Think Like A Man
So I finally got around to watching Think Like A Man. Meh. It was okay. I’m not really into romantic comedies, but if I had actually paid to see it in the theater, I wouldn’t have been bored. Considering it had a shoestring budget, I think it was very well executed. A $12 million budget these days will get you a movie shot on betamax and the sound mixed on a My First Sony. I did laugh out loud at one part that had nothing to do with the movie really.
Halfway through I thought to myself, “Wow, they really made a black movie without Morris Chestnut. He’s like Microsoft Works. I thought he came preinstalled with every black cast.” Act II, who climbs out of a Porsche? Ricky! Climbing out of the car he could’ve been driving if only he’d scratched those lottery tickets in the store.
So anyway, not a bad movie. It definitely left me with some…observations. The kind where you won’t be able to stay married nine years if you don’t learn to keep to yourself. I’ll just say this: Taraji P. Henson is 42 years old. Regina Hall (the girl from Scary Movie) is 41. Gabrielle Union is 40. Infer from that what you will. I need to change my diet. At 30, I look about 44 and a half.
In other news, my grandmother has a copy of that book, Act Like a Lady, Think Like A Man. I don’t even wanna know.