Gentle Readers,
I watched the DVD of For Colored Girls, starring a whole host of our loveliest actresses and I pronounce it most worthy of watching.
It is pure poetry. The music of the language turns this film into a song of beauty and truth and bereavement.
The movie is based on a 1975 play by Ntozake Shange, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide /When The Rainbow Is Enuf.
Please watch. Glory in the lyricism of the language. You will be glad you did.
Infinities of love,
Lola
Juanita: Now, how many times have you heard your man say it don't feel the same? My love is too beautiful to have it thrown back on my face.
Yasmine: I like that.
Juanita: Try one.
Yasmine: What?
Juanita: Well, I do it all the time in my class. You just say, "My love is too ____," and you just fill in the blank.
Gilda: My love is too sanctified to have it thrown back on my face.
Kelly: My love is too magic to have it thrown back on my face.
Tangie: My love is too "Saturday Night" to have it thrown back on my face.
Jo: My love is too complicated to have it thrown back on my face.
Yasmine: My love is too music to have it thrown back on my face.
Juanita: Yes, and you remember that when a man tries to walk off with all your stuff!
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