Waiting to Exhale Reviews
Every "bad", negative, or unimportant character in this movie is white.
The accountant from Bernadine's husband's firm is white (and gets a huge slap across her face, because yeah, get it white women, you whores and home-wreckers!), the girl fooling around with Gloria's son is white (what a slut!), the judge that pronounces an unfavorable verdict is white (ahhh don't get me started! The rage against old white powerful men can be felt through the screen), the bride and groom who dare to be having their pictures taken as Bernie leaves the court house (how dare you, white people, to be happy at such a time as this!).
The best part of the entire movie is probably the naivete of it. You can definitely tell the movie was made in the 1990s - and it's not a bad thing. In fact it's quite nostalgic to look at the hairstyles, outfits, and makeup of those days, and to remember how people were slightly nicer to each other than now. It's very relaxing to watch a movie that doesn't involve guns or violence and this movie is definitely like that.
The scene between Savannah and her lover from the past (Kenneth) had me turn away and not look at the screen for a few moments. I then ran to my kitchen and had a jalapeno pepper sprinkled with Sriracha sauce, hot sauce, and a good helping of salt, all to cut down the sugary-sweet mushy stuff happening on the screen. "I love you Savannah, I know I am married"....bleeeergh.
The verdict: I enjoyed watching Whitney Houston and Angela Bassett do some excellent work. Would not watch another movie or read a novel by Terry McMillan, though.
Four attractive, intelligent and talented African-American women act like a bunch of idiots. Inexplicably simping around and feeling incomplete because they don't have men in their lives, they date various losers and wonder why they're not happy. Director Forest Whitaker capably handles the visual side of the film with warm colors and inviting shot compositions. Better he should have cleaned up the horribly haphazard plots in the lackluster screenplay. Houston is blah in her performance; hers is the character we least care about throughout the film. Bassett, as always, is mesmerizing. Most disappointing is that it takes too long for all the characters to learn to not depend on another person for validation. And none of the realizations rings true. Queer Quotient: One of the women learns that her son's father is gay. The son starts making jokes, but thank goodness Mom tells him to shut up.