So we ordered the Black Snake Moans on the On Demand last night and whoa Nelly what a capitivating flick. Ricci and Jackson (like how we use the last names like we know them?) nail tormented souls. Ricci, in particular, catapulted her way up the celebrity women we want to be, um, friends with because of her performance. And, again, headline. It was more with the confronting the issues and working on them while an intimidating black man fixes you steak and sings the blues and less with the wanting to make love* to every single person in town with penis except the poor fat preacher.
*We just love the term make love. It just rolls off the tongue, right?
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