Maybe everyone just knows that Janet Jackson has cheek implants. But I didnt. At least I didnt assume as much. Not until I saw Perrys latest opus in which those cheeks take on absurdist proportions (think Jack Nicholson as the Joker). But, I guess if you can buy Jackson as both a doctor and a bestselling author (not of the diet-book variety), then maybe you can buy her cheeks as authentic. In this latest effort, Perry characteristically presents himself in quadruple-threat-style as writer, director, producer, and actor. While his last film (Tyler Perry’s Daddys Little Girls) focused on one couple, this one branches out into four. Jackson plays a psychologist who vacations every winter with a group of close friends, all married couples and all dealing with much drama. As the couples vacation together, emotions run amok, dirt gets thrown, and purportedly, we all learn a little bit more about the true meaning of marriage. But frankly, I think I learned more about the true meaning of contrived melodrama. Take one abusive relationship, add some infidelity, a dead child, a mountain of guilt, several fur coats, a cat fight or two, and youve got yourself one hell of a melodramatic throwdown. And Perry follows these rules to the letter. In fact, theres such an overriding sense of soap opera that I kept expecting a commercial break. The bad guys say things like, If you havent cheated on your wife, youre gay. While the good guys say, I love you more than every word ever printed. And everyones dealing with some maddeningly intense relationship drama. But, of course, everyone winds up forgiven or better off without. Spouses miraculously turn over new leaves and life gets better. But, like a bad comedy with one or two laughs, a bad Perry movie can be counted on for one or two tears. And when a weepy Jackson proclaims, The greatest achievement for anyone is to love God, yourself, and others, I couldnt help but mist up a little and think, you go girl, you and those cheeks of yours.
This article appears in October 19 • 2007.



