What The Hell Did I Watch?!
Here I sit, minding my own business, sipping my watered-down apple juice and munching on Boom Chicka Pop popcorn when Tyler Perry’s Sistas comes on the TV. Before tonight, I had never watched the show, only seen its commercials, and I wasn’t interested. Well, I enjoy watching The House of Payne, and after watching it, I didn’t change the channel, and all the other Tyler Perry shows started playing, including Sistas.
Ole Sistas played, and I ignored it until something caught my attention, so I engaged, so to speak, just a little. Now I wish I hadn’t. The acting is pretty bad from the start. Now, granted, it’s not every single actress or actor who could use some work, but enough of them to make the show unenjoyable.
Which, I may add, is common among Tyler Perry’s shows, most of them anyway. Even then, the majority-black cast has me rooting for them every time, regardless of whether I agree with everything the man creates. In this life and every one of them, I wish my people every success they can get, so I’m clapping loudly for the Sistas cast. Even then, I refuse to lie about the experience.
With that said, like most people on the internet, I’m going to share my unsolicited opinion on some shit that has absolutely nothing to do with me. Some of the actors and actresses recite their lines as if the script were sitting in their faces. Like an earpiece is in their ear, and someone’s on the other side feeding them lines. It’s cringeworthy. Then don’t get me started on the man who talks like an old southern Black woman, trying way too hard. You can also compare how the man talks to Uncle Cliff from the TV show P-Valley.
Uncle Cliff’s character gets a pass, based on the bits and pieces I’ve seen; the writer seems to have made his character “extra.” At the same time, the guy on Sistas seems to be forcing it too much, squeezing everything out of the moment. I hate that for him, because greatness doesn’t need to be forced; it just is, and I guarantee if that man gets out of his own way, he’d be great. As of now, BOOOOO, get off the screen!
Onto the next cast member that made me pause, Mr. Doctor Brother, who took sis with the bomb-ass bob, red lipstick, and dress (that was her moment, baby) on a date. Brother stood up and said, “That’s your sister… she’s trouble.” Child, I paused and laughed hard. What was that?! The lines, the look, the repetitive question—it was all too much. Their whole scene needed a reshoot, honey, because no. It wasn’t good at all; the rest was tolerable until then. So collect these tomatoes, sir.
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My last WTF moment with Sistas was the detective who came down the elevator, sir, just… collect these damn tomatoes, no explanation needed.
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In conclusion, it’s safe to say I won’t watch Sistas a second time, given that I’m not much of a TV watcher anyway. My opinion is just a small critique of what I saw and didn’t like. I’m sure every member on the show put their best foot forward, and I wish them well in their careers. I can only assume acting isn’t an easy job, so take my unsolicited opinion with a grain of salt.
Until next time, enjoy Sistas for me!
