Two words: “ashtray b*tch.” I just can’t forget that line. And I still haven’t forgiven Phylicia Rashad, I mean Sarah, for what she did to those elderly women in her basement. I truuuuuusted her.
Ok, so yes, this movie was… chaotic, the wigs were wigging, and certain scenes could have been edited better. Yes, people eating imaginary food, I’m talking about you. Buuuuut no matter the inconsistencies, I simply could not turn it off because it did keep me on my toes trying to figure out where exactly he was taking us with this story. The best thing about this movie is that I really didn’t see it coming, both the movie itself as a thriller by Tyler Perry, and also the plot twist. And like any good thriller, you know when something is amiss, but you can’t quite solve the mystery in its entirety. By the end, it felt like a victory watching Grace go home free and Jasmine (Bresha Webb), who started out as a meek defense attorney find her “passion behind bars.” I like it because it was different and unexpected. That’s all.
