Some movies push you down and then start kicking you about the face and spine before stomping on your bones and . . . well, I’ll stop there.
This movie didn’t feel that way to me. Instead, I felt lifted up before my chest cavity was plunged into and my heart twisted out. But I like Precious (the title character); at one point I accidentally said out loud in the theater, “Get out, Precious, you can do it.”
I’m now seeing that Mo’Nique just got a Golden Globe nomination for Best Supporting Actress; happy to hear that, after being awe inspired by her monologue towards the end of the movie.
While the topic is fresh on my mind, I think I’ll see if I can send a little cash to my local women’s shelter. Gosh, they take PAYPAL. It doesn’t get much easier than that.