It's always a little sad to watch a young one's dreams come true in the most mundane and disappointing of ways. We saw 8 Mile with Matty and Trina last night, and a certain someone was feeling let down afterward. Kudos to Eminem, though, for cashing in early on his overexposure. The movie goes as follows: plucky white boy rages against the black mid-90's hip-hop machine and comes out on top. The dumb sidekick gets hurt, Our Hero gets the girl (strictly speaking he Gets Some - which I suppose is close enough), and the audience spends about 2 hours waiting to see Eminem do what he's supposed to: rap. Matty stumbled out of there, crestfallen, and mumbling about how his overinflated expectations ensured that the movie would fall short.

On the upside, Eminem does a pretty good job of playing himself, and you get to see a little of Kim Basinger's rear end, which should pretty much make up for any cinematic shortcomings.

Peace out.