This month we step away from books for a second to talk about a brand new Netflix movie (which is adapted from a book so kinda like reviewing a book but not because I am reviewing the movie)Ever since the adverts for this films started popping up on instagram I was excited. From the 30 second tasters alone I was already 100% positive that I was going to ADORE this movie. I mean I love Sanaa Lathan, I love the woman who plays her mum, I love the guy from Hollyoaks and most of all this story seemed to be one that rings true to so many women who like me have thrown caution to the wind and stopped trying to be “perfect” with our hair, women who have decided to stop hiding who they are and who have taken the leap to go natural and “nappy”
I want to throw it out there early and tell you that this film wasn’t really what I thought it was going to be. It wasn’t HORRIBLE but it just didn’t quite live up to the high standards that I set it.
Part of me feels like they knew what they were doing when advertising this movie and they knew that it would just fall flat.
The fact that it is a comedy doesn’t bother me, I knew it would take a light-hearted approach and I understand that maybe it would have to be a comedy to accommodate for the thousands of potential watchers who wouldn’t have any idea why you would be scared to go swimming.
But the fat this film ties so hard to be funny cheapens the message I believe. You can be light-hearted without making a clown of the lady who has shaved her hair off, her mum fainting? A bit much and not all that funny.
With that being said I did want to love the movie, for everything it could’ve been. I mean it hasn’t changed my life at all. I am still sleeping with my headscarf religiously but it is the message I am talking about. The fact that we as black women have been taught for our entire lives that if you have an afro you won’t be seen as professional or that you have to have perfect hair and perfect hair is STRAIGHT.
This movie actually reminds me of a blog post I wrote ages ago where I try to explain to my hair why I punished it for so long. But even saying that I feel like I am giving this film too many props, it doesn’t really deserve it.
I hoped this film would be a coming-of-age (which can happen at any age btw) a little nod to those who have gone against the grain and decided to be who they are and embrace what grows out of their scalp. But I took it too personally and I expected too much, potentially unfairly because the movie didn’t actually promise to be anything other than a light-hearted comedy.
My fear is that this film pokes a little bit too much fun at the experiences of black women, after-all this is an experience exclusive to us isn’t it? Which other race has been taught that what grows out of their scalp isn’t acceptable in public.
Unfortunately this wasn’t the film that I wanted to to be , unfortunately it left me wanting. If you are after a film which represents you as a black woman or educates you a little in the mindset/ experiences of black women watch Good Hair.
If you’re after an enjoyable movie that wastes a little bit of time on a Sunday afternoon: watch this.
So I am going to celebrate my hair myself, the way this movie didn’t. Check the pics below for someone who is truly living Nappily Ever After x