I kind of expected an epic, like a lengthy account of one man’s rise to fame and what happens when he follows his dreams. I love those kind of movies, where things start small and eventually they grow so big that the protagonist can’t handle them anymore and it all starts to fall apart. Hustle and Flow is about a two-bit pimp who decides to get into the rap game, yo. With the help of a few of his best niggaz, he sets up a recording studio all up in his triflin’ crib and gets to steppin on some stale, repetitive, over-simplified hiphop tunes – tunes that, predictably, become popular on the local rap music scene. Then he goes to jail and the movie ends. Yeah, I’m serious. It was an alright movie, but only watch it if there are like two movies left at Blockbuster and the other one is “The Land Before Time XVII”

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