This was an awful show. Does Michele Martin not grasp how sexist her last segment was?
Let me move on.
Lincoln. Cedric and I went to see it.
Because I like going to the movies.
I'll see anything.
So when Cedric thought this crap was going to be good, I went along with it.
I shouldn't have.
I knew Spielberg had destroyed The Color Purple and imposed the Church on Shug.
I knew that he handled aliens with more care than he did Black characters.
The only reason to see this piece of crap film is because of Sally Field.
Sally should get an Oscar for her performance.
Everytime she came on, you could feel everyone sit up straight and pay attention. When she was offscreen? I heard snoring. I'm not joking. We were at a Friday night showing that started at nine. Not a midnight showing. I heard snoring.
I heard people talking back to the screen. I heard a couple behind us complaining how "boring" the film was.
Spielberg's inability to ever grow up means Peter Pan's now directed a film about Lincoln and did so from a meandering script that felt more like a senior thesis and less like a film.
Avoid Lincoln at all costs. If you have to see it, join me in begging the Academy to give Sally Field the Oscar. She's the only one involved in the film that seems aware a paying audience might end up trapped in the theater. She works for her money. She delivers a performance in spite of the odds.
I like Sally Field and would probably put Places of the Heart on my top 100 films of all time (I'd also put Mrs. Doubtfire too because it's so hilarious) and she won her second Oscar for that. But Sally deserves a third Oscar for her performance as Mary Todd Lincoln.
She is the only thing worth praising in this film.
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