Sunday, January 14, 2007


I saw Dreamgirls on Friday with Le Sweetie and a friend. Great movie, great music, great performances, great stuff from everyone involved. If God exists, He will see to it that Jamie Foxx, Jennifer Hudson, and Eddie Murphy get Oscar nominations. (I still want to see the Best Actor Oscar go to Forrest Whitaker for The Last King of Scotland. He is simply mesmerizing.)

Watching Eddie Murphy as the flamboyant, conflicted R&B singer James Early, I just wondered, "Wow! Why doesn't he pick more scripts like this?" Eddie, enough with Pluto Nash, Daddy Day Care, and the rest of that crap. Seriously.

And Jennifer Hudson? She's phenomenal. Ladies and gentlemen, forget the sleek Diana Ross wannabes. This is (or should be) the next black female crossover star.

Only one quibble--the guy who brought his/her baby into the theater. The baby, needless to say, didn't have a lot of appreciation for the music, period-perfect costumes, or great performances--this is, after all, a BABY we're talking about. Instead, the baby gurgled and gaaaaaahed during the movie and it was annoying. At least we didn't hear "WAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

People, babies don't belong in movie theaters, period. Either hire someone to babysit or wait until the DVD comes out, okay?