My husband and I saw “Precious” when it first hit the theaters. I was talking to someone today about the movie, and she still hadn’t seen it yet. If you haven’t either- get the DVD, download it on iTunes, find it on Amazon – just watch it.
I cried when I saw the commercial, not really knowing what it was about, but there was something so real about Precious that drew me in to want to learn her story.
The thing is, we all “have a story”. And it’s a wonder to me how anyone is capable of judging another without knowing their story. This movie is a reminder of that. And, not to judge ourselves for our experiences- there must be dark in order to appreciate the light.
It is very raw, very hard to watch at points- I actually wanted to jump into the screen and protect Precious from her physically and emotionally abusive mother (played by Mo’nique who completely transformed and became the monster named “Mary”). I wanted to bring Precious into our home, literally.
Be prepared, don’t wear make-up, tears streamed down my face the entire time, of anger, of disbelief, of hope. You name it, I felt it. And, I can’t remember when a movie has invited me in it, as if I was truly watching someone’s life as it was being lived. My hubby felt the exact same way (we had our conversation on the way home- we had LOTS to discuss).
