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Willing Suspension of Disbelief

So...I am REALLY excited to see the movie Just Wright that's coming out May 14th with Queen Latifah, Paula Patton, Pam Grier, Phylicia Rashad and most of all...that sexy, tall drink of Caramel Latte Common. *fans self* (Clearly, Common is the selling point of the entire theatrical experience)


The concept, however, is well......unrealistic. And do I really wanna pay almost $10 to go see a Lifetime movie??? This is from Queen Latifah's FB page:

Come peep me as I play LESLIE WRIGHT , a straight—shooting physical therapist who gets the gig of a lifetime working with NBA All—Star Scott McKnight (Common). All is going well until Leslie finds herself falling for Scott, forcing her to choose between the gig of a lifetime and the tug—of—war inside her heart. Oblivious to her romantic overtures, McKnight is instead drawn to the affections of Leslie's gorgeous childhood friend Morgan (Paula Patton — PRECIOUS), who has her sights set on being an NBA trophy wife. Is Leslie destined to play the role of "best friend" forever or will Scott finally see that what he always wanted is right in front of him? Set against the exciting world of championship basketball, the game of love takes on the battle of the sexes in the romantic sports comedy JUST WRIGHT, starring three of Hollywood's most charismatic personalities as they navigate the full—court—press of love.

I mean..let's be real. Do you REALLY think a fine, NBA dude...would pass up an NBA prototype looking wife like Paula Patton.....for a WNBA looking Queen Latifah?? I was listening to Common on the Steve Harvey Morning show and even he said.."Well..it's a fairy tale". You damn right it's a fairy Tale. Let's take a look...shall we...at some famous NBA couples:

(Lebron and his BF Savannah)

Kobe and Vanessa

Jason Kidd and ex wife Joumana


Tony Parker and Eva Longoria Parker

Notice a pattern here?? Do any of them look like Queen Latifah???  Hell..do any of them look like ME? Uhm.............. Imma say no. No matter her issues or attitude. A man will put up with it for some arm candy. And especially in an industry like the NBA, full of bravado and image, it's all about the arm candy, groupies, and the prettier the pussy...the better. (And dare I say..the LIGHTER and more "indistinguisably ethnic" or non-black,  the better....) Therefore, I'm more inclined to believe that Paula Patton stood a chance in hell...than Latifah (and I love Latifah..dont get me wrong..that's my girl..but she's too "butch" and "big"....let's be real)

Even my boy, my celeb crush, Dhani Jones has a long LIST of requirements (If you think Chili is bad w/ her lists...chile..you aint hear nothing yet) .....and on that list he said "mixed/exotic/olive skin" with "Long hair that isn't weave" .....you can hear that interview here

*sigh*...

So what's a down-home, thick, average height, natural--haired, loc wearing girl with big almond eyes and mocha colored skin to do???? Is my boy right in the kind of dude I'd be stuck with? (See this week's earlier post) Am I right in my accessment that those kinds of brothers don't go for chicks like me?

I'm just going to have to sit with my popcorn and soda...bite the bullet in the name of supporting black movies....and roll my eyes...laugh and cry..and all while saying."Yeah right...." under my breath.

Hip Hip Hooray for getting folks  (esp. black women's ) hopes up in movies! (Blame Tyler Perry and the rest of these directors for that.............)

*slow sarcastic clap*


Movie comes out May 14th...so regardless the ridiculousness...support it.

(If you want...Just buy the matinee ticket and don't watch it. LMAO!)

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  1. Truthfully, I probably won't go to see this. Date nights are hard to come by these days, and it doesn't sound like this one's worth it. Not a huge fan of any of the actors/actresses in here, and the plot (I think) leaves much to be desired. I'm sure I'll enjoy it just as much when it eventually comes on HBO/Cinemax.

    ITA w/you on your assessment of industry wives. I think Memphis Bleek summed it up best in "Do My" when he very candidly described his prototype wifey: "...in tight jeans, Chinese eyes
    Indian hair, Black girl ass..." At least he was real with his. *smh*

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  2. I think it'll be a cute movie but..I just don't know if I can buy into the plot.

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  3. Broken down to a science, which appears to be the case in most cases. It's funny how most people (homies and family members) find it shocking that LeBron James is actually involved with a true sista. Which I find to be a shocking revelation because it's almost as if they are saying brothers with fortune and fame are expected to have a mixed complexion woman on their arms. But damn, true sistas are THE most beautiful woman in the world, if you ask me!

    This, in response to that: And especially in an industry like the NBA, full of bravado and image, it's all about the arm candy, groupies, and the prettier the pussy...the better.


    The movie does sound unrealistic or like a fairy tale, but maybe we should see how the plot plays out. Perhaps Patton's character dogs him out while Latifah's character treats him well. That is the main definition, imo.

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