Tyler Perry’s For Colored Girls (based on the play ‘For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf’) opens today. While there isn’t enough white guilt in the world to make me want to see a two-hour extended slam poem about rape and abortion, that doesn’t mean we can’t still have a little fun with it. Here at FilmDrunk, there’s this game we like to play where we take a movie we probably aren’t going to see (like this one), and try to recreate the plot using only expository quotes (no analysis!) from the reviews.
Are you ready? Set phasers to ‘Daddy Issues.’
The play was 20 narrative poems (a collective “choreopoem”) declaimed by seven actresses, each of them assigned a rainbow colour. Admirer Tyler Perry sensibly provides the structure of a Harlem tenement house. (TheStar)
Perry adds a few more characters, notably male ones, and he handles the play’s poetry like the slams of the 1990s, allowing figures to simply throw down rhymes as the mood strikes and the narrative allows. (TheStar)
Thandie Newton is Tangie, a sexually aggressive, emotionally unsatisfied cocktail waitress who uses promiscuity as a drug to ward off pain. She lives next door, in an old apartment building, to Phylicia Rashad’s Gilda, (SF Chron/AV Club)
…a neighbor whose nosiness is revealed to be compassion, Philadelphia Inquirer
…and across the hall from Crystal, who has the biggest cross to bear. Her lover, a veteran suffering from post-traumatic stress and alcoholism, is a danger to her and her two kids. (SF Chronicle)
Tangie, in turn, lives above her mother, a hoarder, cult member, and mother to a bright, college-bound girl who isn’t sure what to do about her unplanned pregnancy. (AV Club)
Nyla’s dance teacher is introduced as annoyingly chipper and then brutally abused before our eyes. (Time)
One woman blames her lousy mothering skills on the lack of a proper inheritance from her late grandfather. (Toronto Star)
Kerry Washington is an infertile social worker desperate for a baby. (Time)
Yasmine explains that though she knew the man who raped her, “if you’ve been seen in public wit him/danced one dance … pressin charges will be as hard/as keepin yr legs closed/while five fools try to run a train on you…” (LA Times)
Devine gets the “stuff” poem, a wonderful, joyous creation that in part goes like this: “somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i waz standin there/ lookin at myself/ the whole time…waz a man fastern my innocence.” (Chicago Tribune)
It is one thing to hear, unforgettably in Shange’s original, a woman describing her boyfriend dangling their two young children out an apartment window, and then letting go. It is quite another to see this visualized, with the music and the melodrama pumping up the emotion. (Chicago Tribune)
“HIV is not the death sentence it used to be,” someone says at one point. (Chicago Tribune)
…rape, child murder, closeted homosexuality, cult brainwashing, (Metromix)
….a drunken Macy Gray performing a back-alley abortion, (Time)
…a rape scene cut against an opera aria, (AV Club)
…contrasting the assault with a shot of meat frying on a stove. (Philadelphia Inquirer)
The film cuts back and forth between a doomed couple silently watching the performance (the husband is on the down low) and another character being savagely date-raped. (Time)
The centerpiece tragedy that unites Crystal, Jo, Gilda and Juanita is so incompetently and appallingly staged that the film literally jumps the shark before your eyes. (Metromix)
I know, I know, that last quote wasn’t expository. I left it in there because, while I suspect he was misusing the word “literally”, the possibility that the film strip actually jumps over a shark in the theater is the only thing that would get me to pay my way into it.
[Time, Metromix, AVClub, TorontoStar, PhiladelphiaInquirer, LATimes, ChicagoTribune, SF Chronicle]
PS: The title of The SF Chron’s review was “Poetry in Emotion.”


“…a drunken Macy Gray performing a back-alley abortion.”
Isn’t that the same cameo she made in the first Spider-man movie?
I was considering suicide while reading that synopsis.
This sounds WAY funnier than Zookeeper!
Leave it to Tyler Perry to make rape unappealing.
A drunken Ashy Gray performs back-alley abortions in exchange for lotion.
Yasmine explains that though she knew the man who raped her, “if you’ve been seen in public wit him/danced one dance … pressin charges will be as hard/as keepin yr legs closed/while five fools try to run a train on you…” (LA Times)
Mel done warned all y’all, bitch.
Awww, hell nah means awww, hell nah!!!
So wait is this movie slam poetry?
Final Jeopardy:
…rape, child murder, closeted homosexuality, cult brainwashing.
“What is Tyler Perry?”
Even though these chicks were raped, they should consider themselves lucky that they weren’t forced to receive any oral first *shudder*
I don’t know… Going through a dozen or so reviews to build this recap seems like it might have been as painful as watching the damn movie.
This is some elaborate way to shame me for dating white girls isn’t it?
Don’t worry, Token, in the interests of racial equality, I’m giving Saw 3D the same treatment as we speak.
HEY SUGARTITS!!!!!!!!!! WHAT’S WORSE THAN BEING RAPED BY A PACK OF N*GGERS????????????? BEING IN A TYLER PERRY MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLOWWW MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think the Frot Squad should still go see this movie but bring the Schwarzenegger soundboard.
“HIV is not the death sentence it used to be.” [Where’s my coo-kie?]
@token isn’t that every tyler perry movie?! I wouldn’t know I’m pretty white and therefore not guilt tripped when I take down the whites.
I actually saw the classified for this apartment building:
“1 BR, $400 per month, electricity, hot water and rape kits included in rent”
Well you can’t spell ROY G BIV without rape.
There’s not enough paper in the color of green that a girl could consider giving me to make me not commit suicide after I watch this move.
Enuf Z nuf, bitches.
They’re raping errryone up in here! Hide your blacks, hide your whites. Haha, just kidding. There are no whites in Harlem.
Ladies, if you don’t want to be savagely date-raped, stop going on savagely dates.
Roman Polanski finds this movie to be very disturbing. I mean, those chicks are OLD!
Complimentary Tobasco pepper spray with purchase
HEY JANET JACKTITS!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR JERMAINE DUPRI LOOKS STUPID!!!!!!!!!! YOUR TITS LOOK AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rape isn’t funny. Unless it’s being done by a clown. Is it being done by a clown??
*sigh* sometimes… just… sometimes I think that maybe the rec center isn’t worth saving after all.
Clown on clown rape . . . any thoughts?
Clown on clown rape . . . any thoughts?
Boi-oi-oi-oing.. Honk Honk… *spritzer bottle*
John Wayne Gacy VS. Pennywise
skeet, skeet, skeet
**spits out watermelon**
**call’s KFC to cancel chicken order**
**lets that nice inner-city fellow jack my car**
I’d rather see a clown gang-rape. I’ve always wondered how many they can fit in there.
I prefer Faulkner.
Getting raped by a clown would hurt a lot. Have you seen the size of their shoes?!
I am assuming, from the reflection in the mirror, that Janet Jackson washes her boobies in the sinks. Totally genius setup. Ikea wins again.
Getting raped by a clown would be fun, so long as he let me honk his nose.
I get the getting raped by a clown angle, but why would anybody ever feel the need to rape a clown? Getting into their pants isn’t hard work.
You can’t rape the willing, Donk. At least that’s what I tried to tell my hack public defendant.
Ok, I’m being told my internet time has ru. . .
“This movie doesn’t stink as bad as our knife wielding maniacs!” – West Virginia Times
My brother raped a clown once. He said it felt funny.
Wha ha ha! Like Fekky’s little dodge on the clowns there?
Harlem monkey fu-fus vs. West Virginia monkey poo-poos.
Discuss.
*Looks at banner pic*
Man, Rihanna’s grandmother has huge tits!
You’ve brought shame upon the Jackson name, Janet. Michael is probably meatspinning in his grave.
Why is it that Tyler Perry can call them colored girls, but when I do it they retaliate by doing a shoddy job cleaning the bathroom?
But when do they do a CGI synchronized dance to pop songs?
cocktail waitress who uses promiscuity as a drug to ward off pain
KEEP PUNCHING!
And all the colored girls say, “Doo-doo-doo, doo, doo-doo-doo—No, not again!! White people!!! I’ll get you for this!!!”