Posted in Nonfiction, PostBourgie

I Hated “Lakeview Terrace.”

I really did. If you want to find out a bit more about why, check out my review over at

I should probably tell you right now that this movie isn’t about Abel Turner. It isn’t about Lisa. And it certainly isn’t about Ron Glass, who phones in a few scenes as her father, Harold Perreau.

In fact, this film treats all of its Black cast as tertiary in order to reveal its true intent.

This is a film about how hard it is to be a White man married to a Black woman.

It gets better. Read on.