Fresh from the tattoo parlor, flaunting my first ink, 18 years old, and frantically waiting for my childhood friends to come visit me in Hotlanta for Freaknik ’93: I was filled with complete bliss. I was free, I was happy, and I was ready to party! This is but one of the memories that come to mind when I think of my college years. I was always a little awkward in my teenage years. I had a crew that I hung around but no one that I ever felt comfortable being my true self with. For me, there was something liberating about the independence of being on my own, far from my parents, and in charge of my own life. It took a while for me to settle into my new skin, which is why I was still waiting for childhood friends to come hang out with me, but it didn’t last long.
College was a time of self-exploration and a time for bonding with women who would forever be near to my heart. By the time Freaknik ’95 rolled around, I was firmly settled into what I like to call the Atlanta Bad Girls Crew. I had my circle: ladies that knew me, good, bad, and ugly; friends that were daily fixtures in almost every area of my life. School issues, boy issues, daddy issues, you name it; they were there. When it came time to party like rock stars – yep, they were there for that too. Little did I know, it would be the last phase of my life when I would have the opportunity to grow AND learn, AND share in such a way as to produce the types of bonds I shared with my girls.
Girls Trip centers around four college friends, who have drifted apart over the years, and decide to take a trip together down to the Essence Fest in New Orleans. Once all four are reunited, the drama quickly ensues and so does the viewer’s emotional roller coaster.
This movie had me so enthralled with each character. I laughed, cried, felt on-the-edge-of-my-seat rage, as well as flushed with lust drooling over the hot male characters on screen. I was taken back through memories of times forgotten by the buffet of cameos from bands and performers that provided the soundtrack of my youth. I almost got out of my seat when New Edition came on the screen, and let’s not forget Doug E. Fresh. Talk about “Teach Me How To Dougie!” Smoldering chocolate men, with velvet voices: yes, please!
Girls Trip reminded me of just how meaningful these times were and how special the women are that shared them with me. Most importantly, it reminded me of why it’s important to maintain these bonds, no matter where life takes me.
I was fortunate to be invited to a private prescreening by Universal Pictures and I am beyond grateful because I probably would have missed out on an incredibly amazing film. It’s no secret that I am no lover of comedy flicks. As a matter of fact, I avoid them like my life depends on it. I’m a notorious action junkie and especially have a thing for movies that contain shootouts in space. Girls Trip was a movie that I really thought I would hate. You can’t imagine my surprise to find myself sitting on the edge of my seat grinning from ear-to-ear through almost all of it. Girls Trip was just the right dose of funny, hard-hitting laugh out loud at just the right moments, and snicker under your breath funny at other moments. It had enough slapstick physical comedy to keep you on edge without feeling campy. Just when you think a character is going to seriously injure herself with some crazy antic, she gets up and the whole theater laughs with her.
Girls Trip was definitely funny, no question! However, the icing on the cake was that it oozed with positive Girl Power and left you with an “I am woman, hear me roar” rejuvenated zeal to go forth and conquer the world. I could probably write an entire book about how much value this movie will bring to any viewer. It’s one of those powerfully moving films that sort of sneaks up on you. I can honestly say the trailer does not even begin to express how good this film is and why I gladly recommend that all my readers go see it.