***SPOILER ALERT*** My first paid-for-in-the-theater Tyler Perry movie. Good News: He's not wearing a dress. Bad News: He's not wearing a dress. Plot holes you can drive a truck through (the widow of a vet but but no $$$; she can get him access to a Harley but can't pay her rent? she drives a mini-van and has an iPod but no cell phone?) but that's me being persnickety. Tyler's foray into credible drama was a miss: contrived, manipulative, embarrassingly amateurish, and an oft-told tale that has been better told elsewhere. Cringe-worthy is the word that comes to mind. He means well, he really does. But by the time the Richard Marx song came on at the end I already had my head in my hands. This was a movie (oops, I almost typed "film") for his fans. I so wanted to be one but as much as I admire Tyler Perry the person, I realized that I am not a fan of his movies.
Review of Good Deeds
