If I Can't

Gee, I didn't know black people were so oversexed and that every other word they use is profane. Wait... they aren't and they don't. But here they do. If you take out the profanity and gratuitous sex scenes you'd have a Tyler Perry film (sans Pollyannish ending). I don't know which is worse. That same ol' trope-abused and illogical sista has to fight her way through her personal crisis and her sadistic so-called "lover," blah-blah-blah. This film has it all-slaps, interchangeability between the b-word and the h-word, and a graphic rape scene. Monroe (who also wrote and directed) is Harlem, a widow whose husband was shot to death during a robbery. Now looking for new love, she meets Scott Da Rock (Fazekas) and after his charm offensive she falls for him. He's a hound and an abuser. This film is full of plot holes and is downright horrible. Is this what passes for a chick flick nowdays? Some reviewers must either be enamored with seeing black faces on-screen, or seeing black people on screen conforming to the worst stereotypes. Otherwise, how this got a 7.5 baffles me.