Ah, great movie. Who knew Detroit really WOULD end up the way it is now?
Every time I return to the city of my birth, I'm reminded of just how much of a hellhole Detroit has become. The burned out, torched crack houses of Highland Park (a very exclusive neighborhood back in the Forties and Fifties); the decrepit condition of the Mack and Jefferson corridor, and the ghost town that downtown Detroit becomes after 5 p.m. (ain't wise to hang out where you can get shot in any number of drive-bys).
I honestly don't understand how people can willingly choose to live there, unless they're crack addicts, welfare mommas, or otherwise on the take. The level of corruption in Detroit might possibly be matched by Memphis and New Orleans, but I'm thinking with the legacy that Coleman Young left behind, Detroit stands in a category all by itself, an overfilled cesspool: