I have just sat down to watch this atrocious movie. Again.
There is so much wrong with this picture. In fact, almost everything. How can a film even be remotely successful today, when the core message is that white, rich people can choose, or decide even, to make black, poor people happy? And not just happy. They can help them find their inner self, help them fulfill their dreams, make them become the best person they will ever be. And in the process, almost a family member of theirs, almost WHITE.
I think I may hate John Lee Hancock a bit for making this.
Still. I think I'm watching this for the third time now, and I can't help being…