Living Out Loud with Darian: Tyler Perry Presents Remnants of For Colored Girls When It's Clearly Not Enuf

Tyler Perry Presents Remnants of For Colored Girls When It's Clearly Not Enuf

7 comments | Monday, November 08, 2010

I was rooting for Tyler Perry. I wanted him to win-to prove all of his critics wrong-to finally achieve the respect from Hollywood that has eluded him for his entire career, the respect that seems to only be an afterthought publicly for Perry in the midst of his multi-million dollar entertainment empire, legions of devoted fans, and media mogul status, but privately must be as important to him as it is to those who defend his desire to be considered a legitimate filmmaker.

I wanted to love For Colored Girls and I wanted a new generation of women and men who may not have experienced the power of Ntozake Shange’s original work to cry, feel, dance, sing, and marvel at the beauty of her words and the experiences of so many incredible black women as they leaped from the page to the screen in Perry’s adaptation. This did not happen. Instead what Perry gave us was a version of Shange’s For Colored Girls that is barely recognizable, if it were not for Shange’s poetry interwoven into typical Perry melodrama and randomly assigned to his gifted actors this film could have been any number of Perry’s previous efforts minus the mature and often intense subject matter.

There is a clear distinction between Perry and Shange’s contribution to the imposter that bears the name of the Tony nominated Broadway play that’s currently in theaters. Shange’s words and intentions soar while Perry is seemingly intent on bringing her down to earth and packaging the complexity of the women whom she writes about in an accessible soap opera format filled with religious overtones to be consumed by the faithful.

The resilience and strength of black women that has carried us through slavery, segregation, broken homes and in Shange’s original is nowhere to be found in the film; downtrodden, down low, down and out, and without hope. Once again black women are the victims and black men are the predators and cause of their pain.

This could not be more evident than in the Perry crafted story line between Janet Jackson’s character Jo and her down low husband played by Omari Hardwick, which served as the source of my ire and the catalyst for numerous anti-gay slurs that were hurled at the screen from the audience.

Jackson plays a successful and wealthy magazine editor who is oblivious to the plights of women she considers beneath her. On the surface she seems to be in denial about her troubled marriage and her husband’s homosexuality by looking the other way as she notices her spouse glancing too long at the backside of a strange attractive man he passes on the street or as he unsuccessfully tries to ease into their bed after a night of anonymous sex without disturbing her. It doesn’t take long before a recurring cough foreshadows sickness and forces Jo to visit her gynecologist setting the stage for the ultimate showdown between Jo and her down-low spouse.

Perry and his best friend Oprah Winfrey are clearly competing for who can create an even greater rift between black men and women by using the down-low monster to further strain relationships between heterosexual black couples while simultaneously blaming black gay men for the increase in new HIV/AIDS infections among black women, a myth that has been debunked by the Center for Disease Control, yet still persists in many circles and is perpetuated by Perry in this film.

Surely Perry is smart enough to know any adult who chooses to engage in sexual intercourse should be aware of the risks and responsible for his or her own sexual health, right? Surely Perry is using his art to empower black women to do so, right? As a resident of the city of Atlanta, home to one of the largest black LGBT populations in the country surely Perry knows openly gay black men who defy the dishonest, deceitful, and down-low low-down character made famous on his best friend’s couch in 2004 and who makes an unnecessary and stereotypical appearance in his film, right? Apparently, wrong.

Writer Wesley Morris said it best in his review of For Colored Girls on boston.com when referring to Perry’s depiction of black men in his films: “Perry has been playing a black woman for so long — he’s starred as the armed-and-dangerous Madea in at least five movies — that he practically is one. But black men in Perry’s movie are a source of visceral, physical ache. It’s as if a brother has broken his heart, too.”

And it’s Perry’s alleged homosexuality and conflict thereof along with his Christian faith that finds it’s way into all of his films that makes this aspect of For Colored Girls extremely hard to digest. One has to wonder if the words and scenarios Perry has written for this detestable down low character were born out of his own experience as an alleged closeted gay man held prisoner by religious fundamentalism and the traditions of the black church.

I’m convinced that Perry’s work will get better when he is able to write from a place of freedom and authenticity.

The powerful performances of his brilliant female cast with standout performances from Anika Noni Rose, Thandie Newton, Kimberly Elise and Phylicia Rashad isn’t enough to save Perry from himself and his tried and true formula of over-the-top melodrama. While we applaud Perry for his efforts and for employing black actresses who are often overlooked in Hollywood, they along with his audience deserve better material and Ntozake Shange deserves an apology.

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