Here we have the first trailer for Tyler Perry’s For Colored Girls, his adaptation of For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf. I was a little curious as to what a film adaptation of this would look like, considering the original is awesomely melodramatic 70s faux-artsy word babble diarrhea without much story. According the Wikipedia entry, it’s actually called a “choreopoem.” Oh hello there, Dismissive Wank. Sit sit, we have much to discuss. It turns out, you just add some music and footage of folks strugglin’. Some lines from the trailer:
“Another song with no singers, lyrics, no voice, unseen performances.”
“Ordinary, brown braided woman with big legs and full lips, become yourself!”
“Say you’re sorry. I got sorry greetin’ me at the front door. You can keep yours.”
“I got a real… dead lovin here for you now.”
“Being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven’t conquered yet.”
My feelings about this were very complex, very emotional. I felt squelched by traditional blog format, so I just wrote what I felt. I call it a hypno-limerick. Turgid. Turgid hobo penis, effeminate testicles pregnant with duality, the elephants trampling his pigeon biscuit. Untouched, unloved, unwanked. O great glistening loins, the alphabet, my grandmother’s labia, the flaccid penguins CHOKE on turds of misery. Crying glaciers! A wet nap! Gossamer wings queef SILENT in the autumn discharge. Lo but for tho, hobo, Joe Blow throws snow in the dojo at the whiskey a Go Go. (*farts Black Eyed Peas song into a trumpet*) (*throws glitter on audience*)
Thank you. I consider this an important work.
I want more like this!
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