Showing posts with label tyler perry. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 23, 2011

Rants on Tyler Perry's Madea's Big Happy Family


Beneath the colorfulness and loudness of the comedy in the films of Tyler Perry's oeuvre lies a dark, almost twisted and perverse core, often times in the form of a secret or a past trauma which has stunted characters' personal and spiritual growth for years. Sometimes, such as in Diary of a Mad Black Woman and Madea's Family Reunion, this darkness is merely a distraction between the scenes featuring Perry's most infamous and indelible creation, Mabel "Madea" Simmons; in I Can Do Bad All By Myself and Madea Goes to Jail, on the other hand, the contrast between Madea's comedy and the big, emotional storyline makes each film feel fuller than if it was reliant on one more than the other. Madea's Big Happy Family, unfortunately, falls within the first category, mainly because the story's Oh Shit moment is barely explored after its surprise revelation. The problem with this film is that its spoken dark core is merely a hollow shell for an even darker, more horrific core straight from the deepest wells of Perry's subconscious. In its own twisted way, Madea's Big Happy Family is Tyler Perry's version of Lars von Trier's ugly, disturbingly misogynistic Antichrist. Don't get me wrong, you won't see any clits being hacked off with a pair of rusty scissors. What you do see, however, is three grown men with their balls figuratively cut off by scheming, shrewish, all-around nasty wives, girlfriends and baby mamas.

Tyler Perry is known for writing complex female characters--and if you don't believe me, check out For Colored Girls--so it was quite a shock when we are introduced to the women in this big, happy family. Loretta Devine plays Shirley, the matriarch of this family who has just discovered that she her cancer has returned and will ultimately prove fatal this time. She wants to gather her family to break the news to them at the same time, which proves to be easier said than done. We are first introduced to her youngest son Byron, a former drug dealer trying to put his life back together. While barely making enough to cover his child support, he's juggling two women who are, almost literally, sucking the life out of him. The first is his baby mama Sabrina, a classless, obnoxious harpy who speaks like every ghetto chick you've ever seen on Maury. She is trying to get more child support out of Byron, even though he knows she only spends it on herself. No one in the family can stomach her, but it's not as if Renee, Byron's current girlfriend who demands to be kept financially and is unwilling to help out with his child, is any more popular with them. We then meet Tammy, Shirley's youngest daughter. She and her husband, Harold, are raising two of the most obnoxious brats imaginable. Harold wants to discipline them, but Tammy won't let him. In fact, there are quite a lot of things Tammy won't let Harold do and he simply accepts this instead of putting up a fight. Finally, there is Kimberly. In the tradition of many of Perry's film, Kimberly is a young woman who is extremely well off financially but has forgotten her roots in the process of making money and moving up in the (unspoken but obvious) white world. She disrespects her mother and every other member of her family, acting extremely bitchy whenever she has to be around them, which is rare as it is. Even with her husband, she acts as it's a big inconvenience to be in the same room with him. As Perry introduces these horrible women, one by one, I couldn't help but hope that the next problem character would be the male in the relationship. Not only does that seem fair, but normally Tyler Perry evens things out like that. His characters are mostly either Good or Evil but there's always a good balance between the sexes. Madea's Big Happy Family often times feels like the work of a man in a deep, Von Trierian depression who has no way of working through it than to take it out on his female characters. Unlike the actresses Von Trier normally casts, however, none of the ones in this film are good enough to become anything more than the awful one-note caricature Perry has written them as.

Normally, I don't think I would have had as big of a problem with these characters, but there were two things that completely rubbed me the wrong way about them. First of all, after the introduction of the women, Perry includes a scene that shows the three broken, emasculated men off by themselves complaining about the women in their lives. Instead of offering any insight into their relationships or even shift the blame completely from the women, the men are painted as saints who are completely faultless and doing the best they can in their situations. Not only does this lazily water down what could have become some interesting relationship dynamics to work with later in the film, but it also makes no sense within the context of the film. If they are such good men who can divorce themselves enough from their situations to see that there are major problems with their relationships, why do they remain in them? It's one thing if they are at fault at least part way, their women have been acting like this for only a short while and they are somehow caught in a bad romance, for lack of a better word. But these guys are damn near sanctified, so what keeps them in the relationship?

Secondly, the problems with the relationships are either never truly revealed or are resolved in such a pat, uncomplicated way they become nearly laughable. With Tammy and Harold, the specifics of their relationship was clearly an afterthought for Perry: when Harold asks Tammy what exactly is wrong with their marriage, her snippy answer is, essentially, if you don't know what the problem is, you're in bigger trouble than you thought. While this may be a suitable for a "real life" marriage, this answer does nothing to expand our knowledge and interest in their relationship. And if we don't give a shit about them, why should we care whether they work things out or not? They eventually do, unsurprisingly, thanks to some "sound" advice from Madea, which boils down to Harold acting like a man and taking control of the relationship. To further the misogyny, Harold merely raises his voice once and Tammy is all "Yes, master!" to his demands. Strong black woman, my ass.


The big revelation that is the center of Madea's Big Happy Family is very nearly a direct cause of the problems in Kimberly and her husbands relationship. But the problem here is that the problem is introduced so late into the film, and there are so many loose ends to tie up between then and the ending, there is no chance for any true catharsis. They have a moment together at the very end of the film, but it's a very generic "I love you and I promise everything will get better" moment rather than anything that actually deals with the issues on hand.

Not everything in Madea's Big Happy Family is as truly awful as I suggest above. The comedy moments with Madea, complete with her interpretation of the Bible verse "Let the redeemed of the Lord say so" and her "comfort" to Mr. Brown when he thinks he's dying of cancer, literally had me gasping for breath in ways that some of the other Madea films never did. For as strong as the comedy in Madea's Big Happy Family is, though, nothing can erase the horror of the central family. Mr. Perry, we all know you can do better. C-

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Tyler Perry's Taraji P. Henson's I Can Do Bad Good AMAZING All By Myself


Imagine this situation: a film by a well-known but not necessarily "respected" director is released and makes a typical but more-than-respectable $25 million over its opening weekend. Within a week, the film is rated low enough by the filmgoing public to appear in IMDB's Bottom 100 along with such illustrious titles as The Hottie and the Nottie and Superbabies: Baby Geniuses 2. But, when you ask anyone who has seen the film, their response to the movie ranges from "amazing" to "meh." So who exactly is rating this movie so low? Why, people who have never actually seen the movie or anything by this director but are so put-off by something in his work (his success, possibly, or the fact that he caters almost exclusively to the African American community with his work) that they rate everything the man's ever done as "WORST PIECE OF TRASH EVERRRRRRR" without giving it a fair chance.

Who am I talking about? In case you haven't guessed it, his name is Tyler Perry and the work in question is his most recent, Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself. And, contrary to what IMDb will have you believing, this is his best work to date. It's not perfect by any means and he still hasn't completely eliminated his Haggis-esque tendency to reduce some characters to simple good vs. evil stereotypes, but, undeniably, there's something beating inside this film (and his last two, actually) that's simply too alive and exciting to unfairly dismiss and ignore. The musical sequences, in particular, are simply stunning. The legendary Gladys Knight and Mary J. Blige are both on hand to perform stirring R&B numbers and Perry, opting to keep the camera pointed on the performers instead of maniacally cutting every which way, treats these musical numbers with the respect they deserve. He captures these artists doing what they do best and even manages to fit it in with the soulful bluesiness of the film. Nick's Flick Picks does a better job of describing Perry's musical sensibilities in the film, so I'll just leave you with one final thought/plea on my end: Oprah, Our Lord and Saviour, please let your new BFF Tyler Perry tackle the film adaptation of the The Color Purple musical. We already knew he has a great talent for bringing out the best in actresses over 30 (and black actresses at that!) but now we've found out he can do musical numbers as well. Besides, he'll have to work from someone else's story and can't we agree that his screenplays are usually his weakest link?

Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself is a generally good film in its own right, but the one person who needs to be given credit for taking it to a whole new level is Taraji P. Henson. Perhaps best known for her Oscar-nominated "mammy" in last year's The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Henson first came to my attention as the loud-mouthed girlfriend to Don Cheadle in the underappreciated biopic Talk to Me and I've loved her ever since. Although I've yet to see her apparently stellar work in Hustle & Flow, nothing (not even her scene-stealing work in Boston Legal or subdued while typically strong wife in The Family That Preys) has come close to topping that initial impression. It's not entirely her fault--if you think great white actresses pushing-40 have a tough time finding worthy scripts, just ask Angela Bassett, Jada Pinkett Smith, Alfre Woodard and Viola Davis about finding a role that's not a supportive wife in an inspirational sports drama or sassy black friend to middle-aged white woman--I just wish Hollywood would take more chances with these women outside of Tyler Perry's filmography.



In case you are unfamiliar, Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself follows April (Henson), a misguided, selfish, alcoholic singer who is forced to look after her dead drug addicted sister's children when her mother, the children's sole source of support and love, winds up missing after going to work one day. The film and April's progression as a character often takes the expected path--let's just say that the ending doesn't exactly need a spoiler warning--but Taraji P. Henson plays every scene like it's all brand new. It is often astonishing watching her doing something countless other actresses before her have done and make it really come alive for us in the audience. Her entrance alone, fro-ed out, sashaying out to the rhythm of Aretha Franklin's 'Rock Steady' and propelling herself into the opening frames of the film like an unstoppable force of nature, speaks volumes about the direction Henson is taking with this character. She's going to be fierce, loud, in your face and if you don't like it, well you can suck it.

There are two back-to-back scenes that happen right before the inevitable moment when April sees the light that perhaps best show why Henson's performance is probably my favorite of the year thusfar. The first is a particularly intense moment when April's bad boyfriend tries to molest the oldest of her sister's children, the self-reliant Jennifer. The hot Latino handyman living with her stops it by punching him before anything happens. April then enters the scene and must quickly decide who to believe: her man lying on the floor telling her that she was coming on to him or her niece, crying and shaking after the traumatic situation that just took place. There's this look on Henson's face, almost a flash of remembrance of something in her past, which fades as she tries to decide who to believe. Eventually she goes with her man and suggests he goes upstairs to take a bath. April follows him up with her niece yelling after her all the way. Then, in what can only be described as the most insane scene this year outside of Obsessed, April decides to confront her man while he's taking his bath. She asks him what really happened and he continues to feed her a bunch of bullshit. Unsatisfied with his answers, she grabs a boombox, plugs it into the wall and holds it over the tub, demanding that he tell her the truth. He still lies, so April lowers it closer and closer to the water like she's in The Pit and the Pendulum or something. Finally, she drops it into the water just as he admits what he did but, unfortunately, he makes it out only slightly hurt. Crazy, huh? I told you! What makes this scene work so well for me is the fact that while the premise is extreme camp, Henson sells it enough that we start to buy it as a logical choice for the character. She's not taking any more bullshit from anyone, especially involving sexual abuse, so it's time to show that she really means business.

The next scene, after she apologizes to Jennifer and admits that she believed her the whole time, we find her drunk off her ass at the bar she sings at. The hot Latino hunk from before has followed her to find out what's going on with her. It's at this point that Henson recites this beautifully gin-soaked monologue about her own past with sexual abuse. She goes on about how men can't be trusted, especially ones that like to be around children. Then, the monologue takes a sharp turn as she starts aiming her dagger of hatred and suspicion toward the hot Latino who, at this point, has been the sole source of support for the children since their grandmother vanished. She questions his motives for spending so much time with them before, loudly, outright accusing him of molesting the children. April has been so damaged and jaded by all of the men in her life she becomes suspicious of anyone gets close to her; eventually they're just going to turn on her, so why bother? Henson does this monologue and scene a world of justice, sharply navigating the turnabout from one subject to another and making it all go together coherently.

April could have been a quick throwaway performance for most actresses since the high drama is alright built right in, but Taraji P. Henson does it better by connecting these scenes of outright craziness into the psyche of a crazed character. Henson is absolutely fearless in this film, giving the type of performance in it I think Bette Davis in all of her out-there, psychotic glory would have done had she been alive to do this film. And, for me, that's the highest praise possible. Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself: B, Taraji P. Henson's Performance: A

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Shows I'm Looking Forward to This Summer

With all of my shows wrapping up (Desperate Housewives, American Idol, House), I now get to look forward to some new shows and returning favorites this summer. Here's a rundown on the stuff I will be watching this summer:

House of Payne (TBS): I know a lot of people hate Tyler Perry and Madea, but I think that Perry writes really good escapist, silly comedy (his melodrama could stand a lot of improvement) and that Madea is one hilarious woman (that chainsaw scene in Diary of a Mad Black Woman is brilliant and "You gonna call the po-po, ho?" makes me laugh everytime). I saw the commercial for this new show while I was watching the end of Erin Brockovich on TBS and I got really excited because House of Payne is a sitcom made by Tyler Perry and it looks like Madea makes an appearance on there. I'm in.

Hey Paula! (Bravo): Paula Abdul was the first singer I ever fell in love with back in the day and I've held a special place in my heart for her ever since. Imagine my happiness when she came back as a judge on American Idol and was in the spotlight back again. And now she has her own Bravo reality show which should make me love her even more (it worked for Kathy Griffin).

Hell's Kitchen (Fox) and Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares (BBC America): Fuck Rachael Ray, Gordon Ramsay is my favorite celebrity chef. Between these two shows, we see two different sides to his personality. On Hell's Kitchen, he is an angry maniac prick who is ultimately likeable. On Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, he helps people transform failing restaurants into big booming businesses and is nowhere near as angry as he is on his American show.

Footballers Wives (BBC America): So the American version won't be on this season, but at least we'll get the next season of this addictive British soap opera. And that means more of my favorite bad girl Tanya Turner-Lazlo (aka "The Merry Widow"). Yes, please.

Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List (Bravo): The show I wait for every summer is back for its third season. Even if it's missing some major characters (her thief ex-husband and her father who recently passed away) this season still looks rather promising. Jill and I will definitely be discussing this show religiously.