If I had seen the actual preview for the film before going to see it, I might have been prepared for what I was about to see. But I didn't see the preview, which has a very lighthearted, comedic edge. Going into the film, I had only read bloggers' reviews and overheard conversations about the Oprah episode and the backlash from women who where not pleased with the film. So I went in expecting too much, I think.
The documentary, Good Hair, was supposed to be a look into the black woman's quest for "good hair", but it should have been promoted as a look into everything you never thought you ever wanted to know about The Annual Bronner Brothers Hair Show, with a few segments about chemical relaxers and the hair weave industry in India. It's a good documentary for what it is--a Chris Rock comedy. Not sure I agree with the rave reviews. After watching it, I'm just annoyed. I guess you can visit a couple of hair salons in a couple of cities and interview a few Hollywood actresses and claim to have lifted the veil of mystery behind back women and their hair issues. Whatever, if that's what you want to claim--free country and all that, but it's just annoying.
There is so much talk in the film about black women being high-maintenance because of their weaves and nobody in the film ever disagrees! What defines high-maintenance in the film can apply to any woman who wears artificial hair, which, for the record, is not just black women. At one point, inevitably, the conversation in the film turns to black women vs. white women, and again, I was just annoyed. So black women are high-maintenance and lack intimacy with black men because they won't go swimming or let their man run his fingers through their hair during sex. These are things that non-black, apparently do. Really. Really? I submit, Your Honor, that any man would be hard-pressed to find any woman of any race who would spend hours in a hair salon getting a blowout, and weave, or a flat iron taken to her curls or whatever and then turn around and go swimming, or running in the rain, let somebody rub their hands through their hair, or do any of the things that black women are accused of not doing because they are quote-unquote high-maintenance. <--I don't know why I just wrote out "quote-unquote" instead of just putting quotes, but I'm going to leave it in there because it tickles me.
On a lighter note, I enjoyed Ice-T's Pimpology 101. He dropped knowledge on the different levels of gangsta for pimps as it relates to the size and color of roller sets worm out in public. Mhm. He was serious.
I'm black and have a lot of black women in my family, and know a lot of black women in general. One maybe two of them wear weaves. So I couldn't really relate to the Hollywood actresses who live in weaves and the regular women who put thousand dollar weaves on layaway. Mhm. I said layaway. I get that Chris Rock couldn't go too deep into the why's of chemical relaxers among black women, but didn't expect the surface to be skimmed so hard. Yes, the film started a conversation, but if the conversation is based on what is in the documentary, which unfortunately for many non-black folk will serve as Black Women and Their Hair 101, it is an uninformed conversation.