Hollywood is afraid of the competition. I think they’re terrified that these brilliant actors, whom they ignore and disenfranchise, might actually be better than the white actors they employ and promote. For example, do you remember the movie Doubt? How long was Viola Davis on the screen? Seven minutes? How long did it take her to steal that scene most resolutely from Meryl Streep, a woman considered to be one of the greatest (white) actors of all time? Let me tell you: All Davis needed was two minutes to render Streep completely invisible.
Can you imagine what we would have been blessed with—what For Colored Girls could have been—had Perry been selfless enough to allow Kasi Lemmons (of Eve’s Bayou fame) to direct this, if he had been gracious enough to let Nzinga Stewart’s screenplay see the light of day?
Nevertheless, there are some remarkable performances in this film, most notably from Anika Noni Rose. Nothing else in the film rises to the level of the scene where, after being brutally attacked, she recounts the incident, using Shange’s poetry, to a police officer. She is music and heartbreak and genius. She deserves an Oscar, an Image Award or any other accolade they’d be lucky enough to bestow upon her.
Ms. Shange must be pissed that someone as untalented as Perry got a hold of her work, but has been kind enough not to call him out. I watched an interview in which she said she was promised that Madea would not show up in the film. Whoever made that promise is a liar. Loretta DeVine’s character is a Madea stand-in: darker, a tad more serious and a little more intelligent, but serving the exact same purpose: to enlighten hardheaded viewers (by beating them over the head with public service announcements) while making them laugh.
The audience I was a member of, compromised of mostly black women, never missed a beat. Chants of “See!” and “Uh huh!” and “Can’t trust these down-low ******s!” soon followed. And when Janet’s character finally confronts her husband and reads him the riot act, the audience erupted. women shouted, “That’s right!” “You gotta watch out for them damn pretty boys; they the ones that always turn out to be f*ggots!” “F*ggot!” “Punk!” “Sissy azz!” “What happened to all the real (censored)’ men?” Over two hundred women cheered, urged each other on and applauded.