I traveled to a distant land. People spoke a strange language (although it was somewhat familiar). There were strange customs, and the way the people there treated women was unspeakable by my standards. The name of this strange place? Memphis, Tennessee, as portrayed in Hustle and Flow.
Okay, so Memphis isn't all that strange. But this film immersed me in a culture that was thoroughly foreign to me. I have no idea of the difference (if there is one) between rap and crunk music. I don't know a lot of the slang used. I have no idea what the life of a pimp is like. But that was the world that I was drawn into through this film. And I was happy to have made the journey.
The story centers on DJay, a pimp and drug dealer whose life is going nowhere. It may seem hard to conceive of being able to identify with such a character, but the film (and Terrence Howard's performance) makes him so emotionally approachable that we easily do so. That is not to say that DJay is an exemplary character. He is a misogynist who mistreats his women. He uses people. He is foul-mouthed and self-centered. We are attracted to DJay, not because of these things, but in spite of them, because we see that underneath all that there is a kernel of ourselves.
When DJay discovers Skinny Black, a now famous rapper who grew up in Memphis the same time as he did, will be coming back to town, DJay plans to make his own rap demo and pass it to Skinny. If he can get a chance to record his rap, he'll have a way out of the life he is in. Maybe he can become famous and rich.
What he is really seeking is to have a voice – that is, to be someone. That search for a voice is where all that seems foreign to me is transformed into a universal story. We all want to have a voice. We may not care if we are rich or famous, as long as there is some evidence that we have a place in the world – that we are not invisible – that we are heard.
Being white, male, educated and in a profession, I am in a position of privilege in our society. As a pastor, I even have an outlet for my voice each week. But even with all that, there are times I yearn for a voice. I yearn for my pain to be heard over the ambient noise of so much other pain. I yearn for my views to be heard as loudly as the views of those in high places. If I, from my position of privilege, want to have a voice, how much more for those in society who have traditionally been silenced.
That yearning for a voice is what we see first in DJay, and then in those around him as he begins his quest to be heard. The technicians who help him make the recordings are searching for their own voices. The women in his house find their lives open up as they are allowed to have a voice (in singing or promoting).
In time, DJay gets a vision that the fame that Skinny has achieved may not be as fulfilling as DJay had thought, but still he pushes on, not for the fame anymore, but because of his dream to become more than he is.
It should be noted that there is a lot of mistreatment of women in this film. They are treated as unimportant. They are expected to support the man (financially as well as emotionally) without complaint. Their voices have been even more silenced than DJay's. It is hard to decide how to view this misogyny. Should it be seen merely as a reflection of the subculture? Should the film have addressed it more forcefully? We see, by the end of the film, some progress made by the women, but still, they only find their voice in service to DJay's.
The film doesn't quite make it to the point of a completion of DJay's dream or a redemption of his life, but it brings us to a point where we see those things as possible. The end of the film really gives us the idea that there is a new story ready to begin. That story may or may not lead to a better life, but it represents a hope that the weight of DJay's life so far may not be a burden that can not be escaped.
This may seem like a distant land to many people, but it really isn't. This may seem like a Black film, but really, it is a universal story. I fear many will see the actors and hear a bit of the music and think this film isn't for them. Hustle and Flow is certainly worth a journey to a culture that may seem foreign to find the truth that this film gives voice to.
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