Diary of a Mad Black Woman
Writer/producer/star Tyler Perry admits in an interview that he was inspired to become a writer after watching an episode of Oprah. That’s fitting: Daytime talk-show addicts and African-American church ladies are the only — I repeat, only — audiences who could find this remotely watchable. Perry has created a gruesome Frankenstein monster that’s part Waiting to Exhale (trophy wife Kimberly Elise gets dumped and finds self-esteem with working-class Prince Charming), part Meet the Klumps (Perry plays three roles, including gun-toting Moms Mableyesque grandma Madea), and all overwritten, self-pitying black-chick romantic fantasy. Diary of a Mad Black Woman is fascinating as a social phenomenon, but how about filling this underserved audience niche with a good movie? EXTRAS A chatty commentary by Perry; two chatty outtakes; a chatty, bland making-of featurette; trailers for DVDs of Perry’s chatty plays; an instructional dance video (!); a ”Who is Tyler Perry?” mini-bio; and ”Reflections on Diary,” in which the filmmaker comes clean about his religious mission, describing the character of Madea as ”an incredible tool for me to reach the people who are unsaved.” Well, he’s got the tool part right.