It's Like Jungle Fever Meets Fatal Attraction

You know that's how the producers of Obsessed pitched this bad boy. I gotta tell ya, even with my boy Stringer, sorry, Idris Elba, this movie looks like a total crapfest. Of course, yours truly once again proves that he has absolutely no ... fucking ... CLUE! about the American public's taste. You got it, even with critics blasting Obsessed to and for shit (here's an interesting review by Prairie Miller, examining race, class, and sexism), this Beyoncé vehicle has, of course, topped the box office this week.

Of course, being the fine, upstanding, pseudo-intellectual I am, I'll take a pass on Obsessed. However, I do want the film's producers to know if, at any time, they want to reunite Mizz Beyoncé and Ali Larter to, say, remake one of those '70s--or even '80s--women's prisons flicks, I am there!