This past weekend was a busy one. My three boys, Noble (6),
Royal (5) and Knight (3) were invited to a birthday party for a friend of
theirs. The party was at the local movie theatre and because we were in the
process of moving, I almost didn’t go. I
changed my mind because movies always make me feel better when I am stressed
out.
The party was great. Friends, family, pizza, cake and
popcorn were on the menu. What I didn’t order was the poor acting in the film.
I am passionate about acting. I teach it, I do it and I watch it. This
particular movie was EPIC.
It was said to be visually stimulating and with celebrity voice talents. Well, regarding those two issues, they were right.
This is where I had my problem. I can describe it in one
word, Beyoncé. Listen,
I don’t mind Beyoncé performing at the super bowl or at the VMA because that's what she does. I do have a problem and what was very
disturbing was her performance in this film. She is not an actress. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love when actors can do it all. The triple threat is the ultimate goal, but I only love it when it is done right. When you are good at something, do it, when you are not, take some lessons. Her voice is
not good for animation or live action films. Her voice has no inflections,
different pitches or even emotion in it. I was disappointed.
I then thought about, WHY? Why was she chosen to be this
character in this film? Then I had an answer. She was cast to attract the black
population to watch this film. Hollywood thinks that if they attach a famous black name to something then their profits will go up. Well, they might just be right
about that, but for the small minority of the population that still value
performance over just a name, this type of casting is insulting.
I titled my blog, “Pay no attention to the story behind that
explosion," because that is all that movies have turned into. Movies in this
century have become, big blockbuster expulsions with lack luster stories.
Oh, did I mention that I didn’t really like the film. I
didn’t really hate it either.
Enrika M. Sissle
