Tyler Perry’s latest is a soap opera in denial. It comes complete with all the mid-afternoon melodrama trappings: Sniveling caricatures of rich people, cheap marital affairs, fighting families, and a score composed mainly of generic piano music. By all rights The Family The Preys should be the worst movie of the year, but it lands more in the merely bad bin, thanks to great performances from Kathy Bates and Alfre Woodard; and that warm, gooey glow that seems to follow Tyler Perry around wherever he goes.
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