So that’s what it takes to make you happy? I mean, screw self-knowledge, just get me a burrito. Next time you’re down, think of that. Or I can just…I’ll text you. I’ll just send you an emoji of a burrito. And from that moment on, you’ll know that everything will be okay.
They say a good director can get a good performance out of the worst actor. And I've seen that happen.
Tyler sure can get a good actor to give their worst performance.
My god, Trevante is giving nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero. He isn't even using vocal inflection. Stop mumbling.
And why he look so greasy?
RonReaco Lee is holding this film together. Put him in more stuff. Watch First Wives Club the series and Survivors Remorse.
Can I say I'm sick of Tyler's villainous women. They are never interesting. Just cartoon archetypes of the phrase "evil bitch". They have no depth.
The real problem with Tyler Perry is that he doesn't know structure. The plots be good, but the way they are constructed are so wonky and uninteresting.
Zyair is annoying.
I'm sorry, but this ghostly pale little tittied white woman is not about to engender jealousy in me. Like at all.
Make her a real bad bitch and I'll think about it
Did Tyler watch 365 Days?
Bitch he didn't even shower. His dick still taste like her and she not even a bad bitch to make it worth while.
Abstraction? Nigga that is the most intelligent abstract I've ever seen.
This man is on trial for murdering his girlfriend. Brutally. How you fucking him?
I see where this is going. But I feel like there will be a twist I don't see coming, and not because it's good storytelling.
I want to see the love that made us. The love that persisted. The love that bloomed when they poured poison on its roots. I want it.
I don't want to see those people. Or hear those words. It can be mentioned.
I'm sick of people disrespecting the lives and legacy of our ancestors. "I am not my ancestors." You got damn right you not. Because you don't have half the heart to do what they did.
We are here right now because even in what was the worst time of their lives, they had the hope and courage to know that that was not going to be the end of their story or their bloodline.
I'm so sick of the love that got us here always being an afterthought to the trauma.
I pray that if I'm ever in a relationship, it must be with a man who dances.
I'm not looking for a professional. I will take one who can't find the rhythm just as long as we are on the dance floor.
So many of my major family functions devolve into dance circles of women and step songs because none of their husband's and boyfriends dance with them. I spent enough time being the girl nobody asked to dance to end up with a man who won't even two-step. Hell, we can just sway singing in each other's faces.
A girl can only Turbo Time so many times, and I don't have the capacity to learn a new one.
It didn't used to be like this. The men who danced have gotten older. However, the problem is twofold. Most of the men and women just want to drink and smoke. Imagine spending hundreds or thousands of dollars on a hall and a DJ just for your guests to spend the event in the parking lot smoking weed and drinking.
Men take Mary J. Blige's advice and get your ass on the dance floor!
Ya know what, it's not even just a wedding thing. It's a club thing, too. They don't have dance floors anymore they have sections because y'all have fallen for the scam of bottle service. Guess what guys the bottle girl didn't want to fuck you she wants you to empty your wallet. How you expect to meet people in your velvet rope cubical?