There’s only been a handful of “black” movies that have struck me as having that certain something at their core that expressed a sincere love for the people it presented, warts and all, and this is one of them. The first Barbershop, Waiting to Exhale, Boyz N the Hood and Rosewood are some of the others that come to mind. There’s an emotional honesty to each of them that transcends the archetypes they employ to tell their stories. Of course, that’s all debatable but, in this instance, it’s not the point.
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