Everybody I saw this last night. It was reeeeeeeeeaaallllllyyy good!
Morris Chestnut's character is the model for a husband. Seriously. TD Jakes needs to stay out of movies with his asthma hert attack sounding self. Otherwise it was a great film with great performances
Ladies:
DO NOT GET THERE AFTER THE FIRST 20 MINUTES!! 
I was going to ask the one question I always need to know about, " Black movies ", but with a little googling, I found my answer . . .
" The groaning triviality of the dialogue works against the cast and director Bill Duke, as does the sermonizing voice-over
narration by the lead, Morris Chestnut. "
http://www.zap2it.com/movies/reviews/zap-review-noteasilybroken,0,5320529.story
This is no way a jab at anyone, but seriously, I mean FUCKING seriously!
I
REFUSE to watch a Narrated movie, I find narration in a movie to be not only insulting, but robs viewers the chance of stimulating interpretation of the film, it's meanings, and it's characters.
I think it's shameful so many black directors and producers treat black audiences like second class movie goers.
Once again I am absolutely disgusted by the low grade cinema slopped from Hollywood's feeding trough of crap to the open hungry mouths of non-discriminating inconsequential African American movie snakers who do not demand a full meal but salivate at the prospect of flavorless soup and without skipping a beat whisper,
"Please, sir, I want some more."
Morris Chestnut's character is the model for a husband.
How can you decipher if he is the, " Model " black husband when you were spoon feed his every waking thought and
motive. You do not
KNOW that character, you know what you were
TOLD about that character . . . in fact,
FROM that character.
I'll bet it wasn't even
fruitful exposition.
Just like Soul Food,
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
AHMAD and family stand over BIG MOMMA. A respiratory and machines emit constant beeping while enhancing the sound of her labored breathing.
Ahmad:
" Big mamma was sick. "
NO FUCKING SHIT SHERLOCK! SHE'S ON A FUCKING RESPIRATORY WITH IVS UP HER YING YANG!
From Soul Food,
AHMAD: One reason we were so tight...
is 'cause we always had Sunday dinners at Big Mama's.
That were a tradition started down in Mississippi...
when old folks met at church to talk smack...
and chow down on some good old soul food.
Big Mama kept the tradition...
when she and Granddaddy moved to Chicago.
Holidays, of course, were bigger.
More folks, more eats, more souls...
more soul food.
People would be rolling in from all over.
Like Uncle Remus, always hittin' folks up 'cause he was broke.
Before Granddaddy died, he owned a barber shop...
corner store, and a Laundromat.
Not bad for a black man in those days.
Rumor has it Mama Joe's got a big stash of loot hidden away.
Mama says that's a myth.
We used to always have eating contests...
which the Reverend would always win.
He'd split after he busted slops with my mom and aunties.
I can still see my dad...
Iookin' like he wanted to break Reverend Williams' neck.
Last but not least, there's Big Mama's brother...
old Uncle Pete...
who ain't left his room in years now.
WTF! COLIN THAT SHIT!
That's why Brandon Hammond ain't did shit but an episode of the West Wing and a recurring role as
BLACK BOY on Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman,
NO BODY WANTS TO HEAR HIS ASS TALK AGAIN!
Why is black entertainment so famished for originality, and lacking in creativity.
It's not the fault of Jews in Hollywood, or big wigs in the music industry.
It's the low tier passionless African American consumer who buys shitty records and patrons classless movies based upon the our supposed,
" BLACK A-LIST ".
Fuck a narrated movie.
You're welcome
