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"STRAW" Isn't for Everyone—But That Might Be the Point

Tyler Perry's Straw has the internet in a standoff. Some are calling it quietly brilliant. Others couldn't make it past the halfway mark. But underneath all the debate, there's a question a lot of Black viewers—especially Black women—are asking: Are we tired of this?

Not tired of the film itself, necessarily. Tired of the loop. The pattern. The predictable arc where Black women are only centered when we're suffering, surviving, or holding it all together while falling apart. We've seen this story. We've lived it. And while Straw tries to tell it with more subtlety than Perry's usual formula, it still lives in that same space: Black woman breaks down, holds it in, keeps going.

Here's the thing, though—Straw isn't trying to be a crowd-pleaser. It's not here to comfort you or wrap things up neatly. It sits in the discomfort of mental health struggles that don't look dramatic. No breakdowns in the middle of the street. No tearful confessions. Just numbness. Silence. The exhaustion of performing stability when everything inside feels like static.

And that's real. That restraint captures something a lot of us know too well—the weight of keeping it together because there's no other option. The film doesn't over-explain, doesn't rescue you with resolution. It just shows you what it looks like when someone is quietly unraveling, and leaves you to sit with it.

But here's the tension: we need this kind of storytelling and we need more than this. Black women deserve to see ourselves healing, thriving, laughing, dreaming—not just breaking. When the only stories being greenlit show us on the edge, it starts to feel like a ceiling. Like Black pain is the only narrative worth investing in, and Black joy is still waiting for its moment.

Straw isn't a perfect film. Some scenes drag. The dialogue feels thin in places. The pacing tests your patience. But it's doing something braver than most blockbusters: it refuses to make trauma digestible. It doesn't ask you to feel better by the end. It just asks you to witness.

So if you're going to watch it, go in with patience. Don't look for a plot twist or a cathartic moment. Look for yourself in the pauses. In the parts that don't know how to move forward yet. In the parts that just stay.

Sometimes the art that leaves you the most unsure is the art that needed to be made. Straw might not be for everyone—but for those who've felt that quiet kind of breaking, it might hit exactly where it needs to.

We just want more. We deserve more. More stories where we get to be whole, not just strong. Where our humanity isn't conditional on our suffering.

Because while it's powerful to see our struggles taken seriously, it's even more powerful to see our light.