I'm Through with White Girls

This title is incredibly racist. I cannot believe that movies like this are allowed to be made. Imagine a movie all about the perils of dating black men.OH NO BUT THAT WOULD BE RACIST, WOULDN'T IT?It's incredibly sad that as a society we're unable to get over the whole race issue. We try and teach our children to look beyond a persons skin color, but movies like this continue to surface. How can a child ignore race when it is thrust in their faces everywhere, even at the movies. The title alone is unacceptable, and no amount of moral learned is an excuse to have that as a title. Might as well change the movie to "I'm a Huge Racist"

"I'm through with..." is a pleasantly surprising comedy about a black guy who had only had too many relationships with white girls that always ended with him leaving in a clandestine rush. He thinks it's not his fault and that probably the reason why it didn't work out is they're white. So he decides to try something with a black woman and so the story of this "black" comedy really starts going...

What makes this film good is perhaps not so much the plot itself but the way some scenes are dealing with life. The main characters seem authentic (good casting. L. Johnson is magnificent) and the screenplay is well written: situations feel right, it's funny and you don't get this "seen before" feeling again and again. Besides "I'm through..." doesn't focus too much on the typical comedy structure too intensively - only during the last act it is turning more and more to this typical way of storytelling. This part may not be as creative as the rest though still nice.

Summing up "I'm through with..." would have many basic ingredients it would take for a hit but I guess due to the story and the more than risky title it will be tough to find the audience. Perhaps that is why the producers didn't spend much money to promote it. However if you're in the mood for comedy, give it a shot...

I really don't understand why so many people voted only one star for this movie, although I imagine that it has to do with preconceptions on their part.

Also, I have to say that when I saw the DVD cover at the video store, I thought that there was a decent chance that the movie would suck, but I gave it a chance anyway. Poor marketing there, as the movie might get more rentals in the video stores if the DVD cover were better at portraying the tone of the film.

And I guess that's my main issue, because this really is a quite good film, and deserves to be seen by far more people than will actually see it. I'll tell my friends, and word of mouth will get a few more views for the film, but it's not enough. This film deserves to be mainstream. The script is strong, and the characters are human and three dimensional, and the side plot with the two extended families from different classes was hilarious.

Please tell your friends about this movie.

This movie throws in a few "white" thinkers but for most of the movie you are spent hearing about "black" centered logic and why it is different instead of being proud in being different. Valley girl references, "totally overrated" comments, NYT indifference (because, well maybe, it is white). This movie is wrong because it is color based (how many tired of black girls movies do you buy tickets for?).

There are a lot of white men tired of black woman. There are a lot of white women tired of black men. There are a lot of black women tired of black men and apparently there are a lot of black men tired of white women. There are a lot of black women tired of black men. There are a lot of black men tired of black women. I am not tired because my color does not wear me like it does for so many.

In the future, this will be cringe worthy but a sign of the embarrassing times. The plight of color in America needs to change and for black Americans to not join in with the guilt of white Americans handing on their blame game is perpetuating the problem. When you think only a color can understand you, I think you are missing the funny between both of us and the fact that white and black are colors.

I saw I'm Through With White Girls last night, and liked it a whole lot. And I had absurdly high expectations, too; so for me to say that means something, since whenever I head into an encounter with art possessing absurdly high expectations, I usually come away disappointed. Not this time.

I'd say this is easily the purest, most self-consciously post-soul film I've ever seen (I would say "ever made" instead of "ever seen," but obviously there could be another one out there). Actually, I'd have to put Afro-Punk right up there with it, except that the latter is a documentary, and this is an absolutely delightful romantic comedy.

It's got all the PSA aspects one could want: non-traditional representations of blackness in conflict with---and in connection with---traditional representations of blackness; social class issues; the way cultural blackness plays out among white characters, particularly white men (and the great thing about it is that these black-culture-influenced white characters never descend into caricature, as do, sadly, the working class black characters); the tension between stereotypical black behaviors and individuality (and that tension plays out on both white and black cultural planes, of course); bi-raciality and the question of blackness (not only is the female lead bi-racial, she's not even a native of the United States). Oh, there's all sorts of great, symbolic, contextual stuff in the mix.

But the wonderful thing is that the film stands on its own as a plot-driven romantic comedy that skillfully moves along the boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, boy-regains-girl, happy-ending format. (I get impatient, quite frankly, with people who get impatient with the romantic comedy format---to me, that just means [1] that person just doesn't like romantic comedies---because the format is what it is, or [2] that person doesn't realize that the romantic comedy form is just another form, and it's what you do with it, how funny it is, how the pacing works, what it tells you, culturally, about the world the characters inhabit, that informs how well or poorly one deals with that form.) In any case, I thought it was a successful film on the PSA level, for sure, but also on the pure filmic level, as well.

I liked, as well, the persistent references to Paul Beatty's novel The White Boy Shuffle: [1] there is a moment in the film when the specific words "the white boy shuffle" come out of the male lead's mouth; [2] when the female lead is reading from her novel at a bookstore, you can jusssst barely hear her describe HER male lead as being named "Gunnar," echoing Beatty's hero's first name; and [3] one of the running gags throughout the film is that Jay Brooks can't dance!---yet another Gunnar-esquire gesture. In addition, there's an explicit reference to a memorable scene in Spike Lee's "She's Gotta Have It" that also becomes a running gag. Like I said, the film sure seemed, in more ways than one, a self-conscious post-soul aesthetic document, even if they don't use that term on their website.

Very, very enjoyable film. The only shame is that it didn't get the theatrical release it deserved. I wish Will Smith had the courage to star in something like this. I thought Anthony Montgomery was great, but with Smith it would have had the eyeballs on it that the film deserved. Woulda had to change that unfortunate title, though, and that would have been all to the good; it's the only thing I didn't like about the movie.