Your girl stopped by the movie house to check out Daddy’s Little Girls – Tyler Perry’s first stab at moviemaking without Madea – to see if it was worthy of more than a bootleg copy. Let me say this…the movie was rated PG-13, but it should have been rated R for RAW EMOTION. It was so much cryin’ and hollerin and carryin’ on that the two folks who believed there was a possibility any of that drama +drama to the fifth power could really go down were probably too worked up to even drive home. I think that Mr. Madea’s mission for Daddy’s Little Girls was to make the folks watchin’ say “Aw, girl naw, not the babies” as many times during the movie as humanly possible. And the only thing worse than a blacktor gone wild and being “extra” on screen is a child blacktor. I had to stop myself from yelling “cut” right up in the theatre. I didn’t hate the movie, but it was just so doggone fake. I was like “come on now all of this ain’t happening to one person period, let alone at one time”. I’m not going to give any little bit of the plot that’s up in there away, but get your side eye game together ‘cause instead of saying “girl naw” some of y’all are gonna be saying “girl please.”