Amid the shout-downs over adultery, male power, and the agony of coping with a child's death, one performance glistens -- Jill Scott's as the sad, heavyset Sheila, who locates the faith that's the source of love.
Tyler Perry again exhibits an uncanny knack for creating realistic African-American characters likely to resonate with black audiences thirsty for such sophisticated fare, even if his one-dimensional portrayal of whites and gays leave a lot to be desired.
Could be the date movie of the year. Not a first date. Wait until they're already too invested to weasel out of it. Or maybe use it as a screening mechanism. Just, for God's sakes, talk about things and deal with it!