Gladys Knight

  • I Can Do Bad All by Myself (2009)

    (On Cable TV, September 2019) Well, it finally happened — five movies into my Tyler Perry project, I’m actually enjoying them. To be fair, I Can Do Bad All by Myself was the first film from writer-director Perry to earn generally positive reviews, and one in which Madea’s presence became more than an irritant. It’s easy to see that, even with a rather predictable story, the film is executed with increasing skill. The added musical dimension can be tangential at times, but it does give ample chance for Mary J. Blige and Gladys Knight to shine in supporting roles. Still, the spotlight here is on a pre-“Empire” Taraji P. Henson as a self-centred, self-destructive nightclub singer who learns better after she takes responsibility for her sister’s three kids and realizes how terrible her boyfriend is. The dramatic arc of the film’s subplot is familiar, and so are the small-c conservative values that Perry espouses. I Can Do Bad All by Myself is rather fun at first (Tyler’s performance as Madea has a pair of very good scenes, even if the tone is a bit off at times) and then increasingly poignant as the comedy of the film gives way to the drama. Perry may be predictable and ham-fisted, but it’s coming from a heartfelt place and that does much to give life to the results even with its imperfections. I’m ready — bring in the next Perry movie and I’ll watch it without hesitation.

  • Pipe Dreams (1976)

    Pipe Dreams (1976)

    (On Cable TV, July 2021) Clunky yet distinctive, Pipe Dreams feature no less than the very likable soul singer Gladys Knight as a woman heading to Alaska in order to reconnect with her husband. The storyline is thin and not particularly focused, but the film remains interesting due to other factors — Knight herself and the film’s lack of hesitation in featuring her on the soundtrack, and the often-magnificent Alaskan landscape as our protagonist hangs around pipeline fields and small towns. The tone of the film isn’t quite sure of itself and there are many ways the subplots would have been reinforced, but the film isn’t even 90 minutes long and does offer a period piece (which is probably not that outdated) of roughnecks in Alaska in the mid-1970s. I’ve seen better yet more forgettable films than Pipe Dreams this week.