The Return of Tyler Perry

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The man cannot be stopped. His movies are never screened in advance for the press, and they usually end up winning the weekend box office battle. His latest, I Can Do Bad All by Myself, opens today at Pacific Place and other theaters. Here's Melissa Anderson's review:

If you are the director, producer, writer (adapting your own stage play), and co-star of a film, you really show how bad you can do all by yourself. Usually thrilling in their lunacy, most Tyler Perry movies can at least keep up their momentum through the combination of an overstuffed plot and the presence of Madea, the big-boned granny who will rip out your urethra tube if you sass her. Perry's latest--about a boozy nightclub singer, April (Taraji P. Henson), begrudgingly sheltering her niece and nephews--has so many dead moments that singing spots by Gladys Knight, Pastor Marvin Winans, and Mary J. Blige simply highlight, rather than alleviate, the inertia.

Madea, tonic in February's Madea Goes to Jail, appears on-screen for only about 15 minutes, at least sharing an inspired bit about Siegfried and Roy on Noah's "arch." If the Atlanta impresario is just bored with cranking out two adaptations a year of his earlier stage work, the audience is getting restless, too: I counted at least three walkouts at the 11 a.m. show I attended. Though Perry may have stuck with his chitlin-circuit material for too long, I still can't wait to see what he does with the choreopoem in an upcoming project--directing Ntozake Shange's For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf. (Rated PG-13, 113 minutes) MELISSA ANDERSON

 
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