I liked it! I didn't see it in the theater cause the preview showed a man in old lady drag chainsawing a couch in half. I'd already lived through BIG MOMMA'S HOUSE and decided to give DIARY a miss. I'm sad I waited so long. Unlike BIG MOMMA'S the fat-suited man in DIARY is not the hero but eh crazy comic relief who gets into fights, pulls guns on people, wont go to church until they get a smoking section, nad only lets her brother live with her 'cause she wants his Social Security check. In short, Madea Simmons is the wild woman you want to be, minus the line dancing.
DIARY OF A MAD BLACK WOMAN is really a sweet Christian fairy tale without the normal self-righteous tang most self-conciously Christian movies have. The standard glossy perfection, the smug assurance that everything is simple and always works out perfectly if you just do what your'e told is absent in this film. Instead, Madea, the larger than life grandma, somehow keeps it real by acting on what we really want to happen (punching someone in the face) and accepting the consequences of that action (house arrest.)
Basically, see it. The men are impossibly beautiful and well-spoken, the women are all strong and wise, and gun-toting grandmas are the best things around.
DIARY OF A MAD BLACK WOMAN is really a sweet Christian fairy tale without the normal self-righteous tang most self-conciously Christian movies have. The standard glossy perfection, the smug assurance that everything is simple and always works out perfectly if you just do what your'e told is absent in this film. Instead, Madea, the larger than life grandma, somehow keeps it real by acting on what we really want to happen (punching someone in the face) and accepting the consequences of that action (house arrest.)
Basically, see it. The men are impossibly beautiful and well-spoken, the women are all strong and wise, and gun-toting grandmas are the best things around.
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