I saw Dreamgirls this afternoon with my mom and I have a few thoughts.
First thought. Motherf'ing Raisinets! You will be my undoing! Right before popping one in my mouth my head would scream. No you aren't putting that Raisinet in your mouth! (pop) Oh no you didn't! (pop) It's nothing but salads for you tomorrow girl. (pop) What (pop) the (pop) hell! (pop)
Second thought. Yes, Jennifer Hudson kicked butt. She was magnificent. And her voice, ufta, she is easily this generation's Etta James. But I do think that Beyonce and Anika Rose did an amazing job as well. As far as I'm concerned this was an ensemble cast. Beyonce must have gotten the lead actress status because of her name. Which I understand, they had to get the picture out and if that's what it took then that's what it took. The problem is that Jennifer Hudson is so clearly NOT a supporting actress in the movie that it's pretty obvious the billing was to sell tickets.
Again, I think Beyonce was awesome. She acted best when she sang versus speaking parts. I absolutely believed she was in the 50's, 60's and 70's because her body language and expressions totally morphed with the era. Usually when I see Beyonce I'm distracted from her beauty by the costumes and funky dance moves those crazy kids are doing nowadays. But she is breathtaking in this movie, even with those wonky homegrown brows.
The men blew me away too. I will never think of Party All The Time Eddie Murphy the same way again. I must warn you I am quite biased since I'm a sucker for a music bio movie. Walk The Line, Coal Miner's Daughter and Sweet Dreams are some of my favorites of all time. Especially Sweet Dreams, namely because I adore Patsy Cline but also because nobody plays a pretty drunk like Jessica Lange. Oh, and Oh Brother Where Art Thou. I played that soundtrack every day straight for a year. Dreamgirls will definitely be added to this list of favorites.
Last thought. I love that Jennifer Hudson was a sexy as hell curvy black woman. The sisters have always seemed to realize that curves are hot and don't need to be hidden. All of us crackers need to pull up a stool and take notes. Last week I was in Avenue buying some work pants and watched two plus sized black women trying on clothes. Compliments like, "You look hot girl" and "Mmmm. Mm." flew back and forth. I can guar-an-tee you that if you eavesdropped on two of us white girls at a Lane Bryant the compliments would be more like, "Oh, that makes your butt disappear!" and "That really hides your arm fat well." Don't get me wrong, I am on a quest to downsize my caboose. But I'm going to try and take counsel from the sisters who have figured out that bigger can still be hot as hella.