Run's House

Reviewed by:
Gregg Braverman

Welcome to the home of the King of Rock, there is none higher, sucka houseguests should call him "sire." One-third of the groundbreaking collective Run DMC—the "Run" part—opens his doors for an inside look at the suburban life of a hip-hop household. And it is pretty fucking dull. Shouldn't MTV have Red and Meth on speed dial? With their work cut out for them, the Rev and his wife Justine hope to instill reverence and morality into their five offspring by using the controversial Hilton method of child rearing: Spoil the shit out of them. Whether Run is planning a $6,000 pool bash to commemorate his daughter's exceptional grades or helping her decide which bikini matches a red Benz, it is clear that father knows (how to flaunt royalty checks) best.