But I will say, what the movie really made me do was start thinking about the lack of Black women on the big screen. Aside from your quarterly Tyler Perry release, Black actresses don't seem to be working at all. And I know they exist because I see Meghan Good and her girls hosting the opening of every third Dunkin Doughnuts around the world. It's like there's an unspoken movement in Hollywood to return to the days when Black women (not the Eva Mendez/ Halle Berry/ other bone that they toss us in the girlfriend or adulteress role) were never seen. And that really sucks.
Sigh. So much for me plotting on how to become America's Next Desperate Housewife. Clearly, there's still a lot of work to do... Otherwise the only TV show my goddaughter is going to see her image reflected in on the 101th season of I Love New York. Boo.