In an updated contemporary version of the beloved stage play and 1989 film, "Steel Magnolias" chronicles the lives and friendship of six women in Louisiana. Supporting each other through their triumphs and tragedies, they congregate at Truvy’s beauty shop to ponder the mysteries of life and death, husbands and children - and hair and nails - all the important topics that truly unite and celebrate women.
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The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.
I cannot think of one single thing that I would change about this film. The acting is incomparable, the directing deft, and the writing poignantly brilliant.
A film with more than the usual spoiler issues. Talking about it in any detail feels akin to handing you a gift-wrapped present and saying, "I hope you like it -- It's a thriller about a diabolical secret experiment."
Watching it is like watching the spectacle of a class clown at their best: you laugh at their jokes, instigate their defiance, and "ooooh" when they get in trouble.
I knew this movie would suck, because remakes never workout and only 2 cast members actually know how to act without being typed casted. The original cast did the movie justice, but after watching this movie for 5 minutes I shut it off.
I absolutely love the original, but I hated the remake. The actresses failed to make the characters their own. There was so sentiment, no character development, no connection between them. The original film has two strong scenes that they absolutely ruined in the remake. One, was the Shelby's seizure. Julia Roberts was amazing and didn't fear do push her limits. Rashad acted like she was drunk staring at nothing. No to mention the fact that Truvy poked her. I am not kidding. The moment Shelby starts having the seizure she pokes her. Latifah may be a good actress but the role of M'Lynn was simply not for her. The highlight of the movie is her outburst. Shally Field was phenomenal during that scene. You could hear and feel her pain. Latifah said the words, but there was no emotion behind them. The character of Shelby can be wrapped up in just one line. "I would rather have thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special". Once again, they kept that quote hidden for the ending where it lost it's meaning. I hated how they left out Spud and his confession in the end that he can't live without his wife. Anyway, I wouldn't watch it again. In fact I wanna watch the original once more just to get this fiasko out of my memory.
This is one remake that should have never been considered, let alone done.First, the casting was all wrong. Why in the world would anyone, including Latifah, think she was the perfect choice to play the role Sallie Field's originated? Of those actresses, Phylicia Rashad would've played it best. Alfre Woodard would have been better playing Clarice and Jenifer Lewis would have been good as Ouiser. I like Jill Scott, I think she is a good actress, and she was good in her role. My issue was with her accent. She should not have attempted a southern accent. The other two actresses weren't bad in their parts. Their accents sucked too, but overall they were not that bad.The original is a classic. The remake is a travesty.
This was so bad I could barely get through it. It was boring, poorly acted, and many of the great scenes and funny lines from the original were cut out. I was very disappointed. The original was hilarious and heart-warming. This remake is dull, boring, and a waste of time. Even the more seasoned actresses failed in this remake. Condola Rashad sucked as Shelby. She is a bad actress. Her character always seemed angry and was very sarcastic and unlikeable. I really like Alfre Woodard, but she was unconvincing as Ouiser. I also like Queen Latifah, but she too was unconvincing as M'Lynn. Afemo Omilami was awful as Drum. I could've played that role better. Jill Scott as Truvy was dull. Truvy was supposed to be a funny, witty character. Jill Scott's Truvy was a complete yawn.