An enragingly stupid and obvious “thriller” jammed with dull genre clichés, wild hypocrisy, and just a hint of victim blaming.
Indie filmmaker Tyler Perry has spun an unlikely career out of catering to underserved black audiences by giving them excruciatingly unwatchable minstrel-show movies. Now, finally, Perry has made a film that doesn’t pander, that has something meaningful to say — something actually worth hearing…
This is how you do it. More like this, please.
It was Michael Ealy’s birthday yesterday. I can’t believe I missed it. He turned 37, which I can’t believe even more. I would have guessed he was 10 years younger than that.
I have to confess that I’m not entirely sure what the ‘miracle’ at St. Anna is meant to be.