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Black Film Review: Only 4 One Night

So last night/early this morning, I had the unfortunate chance to watch the movie Only 4 One Night, starring Brian White and Karrueche Tran. It was over an hour of my life that I can't get back. To make matters worse, I was in the kitchen pouring myself some libations when the opening credits were rolling so I didn't get to see that child molester, Chris Stokes, had directed this movie. I didn't find that out until after the fact.
The premise goes a little something like this: Brian and Karrueche are happily married, the perfect couple. Karrueche's sister suffers a great loss, ends up in their guest room. Karrueche has to leave to go support her and Brian's son. The sister is left with the husband...and you know where this is going.
But listen, the movie was basically a rip off of all the other movies about crazy women becoming obsessed with men after sex or just becoming plane ol' obsessed. If you've seen Obsessed, Single White Female, Hand that Rocks the Cradle, Fatal Attraction, The Crush, etc., then Chris Stokes has pretty much remade all of them into one movie.
There was no originality. Brian White's acting was like watching paint dry. Omar Gooding...why was he even there? Surprisingly, Karrueche's acting was the best in the movie. I mean she needs some acting lessons, but ol' girl was pretty decent, except for when she and Brian were kissing. That was pretty nauseous making.
Overall, I'm going to have to give this movie a good solid one-star. Don't waste your time. I mean unless you just like to be tortured.

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