Good Hair

My first thoughts went something like this: "Huh?! Hair? Huh?? Really?!" It's like Chris Rock decided to be Michael Moore and do a documentary. About hair.

But then it gets better... It becomes a comment on black women feeling the pressure to look "normal," "European." It's yet another way how white people fucked up everything for the rest of the world. We see women paying thousands (yes: THOUSANDS!) of dollars on a weave, when they can barely pay their rent or feed their children (well, Rev. Sharpton says that, you don't actually see it). We see black women and black girls (and toddlers) getting chemicals that melt Coke cans into their hair... No, I'm not saying they get Coke cans stuck into their hair and so the only way to get rid of them are the above-mentioned chemicals. I'm saying the shit they put in their hair can also melt Coke cans.

Anyway... Hair, all of a sudden, becomes something more.

Being intimate might mean sex, and grabbing breasts, but whatever you do: do NOT touch the hair! And when a guy in a barber shop says he might prefer white women, because he can touch their hair, it's fun to see how everyone goes nuts.

Hair as a divider, hair as a social comment. Kudos to Chris Rock for thinking about it. Or, I should say: for realizing it.

However, the film gets a bit bogged down with the hair competition. It feels a bit off topic and, quite honestly, a bit boring and it feels like a filler more than anything else.
The trip to India is interesting and kinda disgusting: hair being 'sacrificed' to the Gods and then being sold at an obscene profit by the temple... However, traveling from the States to India, doesn't really mean "all over the world," Chris.

So: interesting concept, some funny moments, but the hair competition ruins it.

But still: Hair competition? Am I the only one who didn't know this existed? And am I the only one to find this really REALLY silly?? I hope not. It looks like Chris sometimes want to say: "Get a life, people!"