I caught this trailer yesterday at the movies, and an infinitesimal tear welled up in my eye.* Yes, it looks unabashedly corny and hits all the familiar dramatic notes, but damn it if KeKe Palmer ain’t done it again.
Why must we cry? That’s a good question. Did anyone see Akeelah and the Bee? It sucked. But our heartstrings were plucked, nonetheless.** These types of movies are Palmer’s stock in trade: a plucky, gifted kid with no daddy overcomes long odds to be the best Odd Negro she can be. So you know, it sorta hits home for us here at PostBourgie.
Speaking of hitting home, though: Palmer bears a more-than-passing resemblance to my illustrious co-blogger, Stacia.
An IM from quadmoniker, our regular contrib:
1. yes, she totally looks like stacia
2. that movie does not look good
3. i still cried a little bit
Stacia:
it’s funny you should say that.
I was watching this movie, “Cleaner,” the other day
and i thought the same thing
“that little girl is starting to remind me of me.”
i think i almost cried when i watched akeelah too
that little girl totally gets to me. lol.
also: i will so go see this ridiculous movie.***
See? Resisting Young Ke is futile.
*I immediately grabbed a basketball and started crossing people over in the aisles to prove to these fools in the theater that I AIN’T SOFT!
**That time I had to bust a cap. It was in Brooklyn, so the gully threshold was a little higher.
***Fred Durst directed this movie. Yes, THAT Fred Durst.