Beautiful. Powerful. Sweet. How this film got locked out of Oscar contention is baffling me. It's a full hour shorter than "Killers of the Flower Moon" and much stronger, in my humble opinion. It has a terrific cast. Fantasia Barrino makes this role her own, which is not an easy thing to do, given, you know, Whoopi Goldberg. Taraji P. Henson does her strong, empowering woman thing (which she is really good at). Danielle Brooks brightens every single room she walks into, as always (she was my absolute fave on OITNB). Chameleon Colman Domingo was terrifying and left no trace of the shy, cautious man he was in "Rustin". H.E.R. stunned -- I spent about ten minutes going, "that can't be her. That really can't be her." (It was, and the woman can ACT.) It's a tale which sneaks up on you. And yes, I was bawling by the end, needing "a moment" to collect myself as the credits rolled. So much better than some of the other nominees. Really, really don't get why Hollywood remains so biased against great films about the Black experience. It's not alien. It's "us" -- the need to be loved, to have a reason to wake up in the morning, to know that you can make a complete life for yourself, to understand that you are alive and have purpose. These are things we can relate to. Why can't the Oscar folks see this?
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