Fucking shit

40. "Soul Food"
Fucking sucks. I can't think of a more lauded film shot in Chicago in the last twenty years.

The Vanessa Williams' character has every right to cut off the rest of the family. She pays bills no one else considers, grants loans to family members knowing she'll never get paid back and uses her connections to get in laws out of jail. She's portrayed as selfish.

The characters aren't fleshed out, the progression is obvious and, though probably not a fault of itself, the dialogue sounds recycled from sitcoms like "All of Us," "One on One" and "Half and Half."

The 10-year old narrator somehow ties together diabetes, the celebration of food, slavery and a cash find in the last scene.