Many (predominantly white) critics weren't impressed with the movie Waiting to Exhale when it opened in 1995, but moviegoers turned up in droves, making it one of the year's most profitable blockbusters. In a year in review, The Los Angeles Times dubbed the film a "social phenomenon," and the NAACP lavished it with Image Awards for outstanding motion picture, lead actress and more.
Ten years after the acclaim and controversy of Alice Walker's The Color Purple and long before Girlfriends and Girls Trip, the Black women's ensemble feature was a rarity on American screens — until this modestly-budgeted, big studio adaptation of Terry McMillan's popular novel made its splashy debut. Before Sex and the City delved into the sex lives and pitfalls of urban daters, audiences thrilled to the sight of Waiting to Exhale foregrounding the romantic lives and misadventures of four successful, single Black women, not just struggling to survive but striving for more.
"I haven't gotten to the point where I'll take whatever I can get," Savannah (Whitney Houston) observes in the movie as she refuses to settle and moves from Denver to Phoenix. "There's a big difference between being thirsty and being dehydrated." Her words apply to people craving better representation just as they do women seeking a love connection. In the 1990s, even as Black women were often let down while longing to see themselves depicted fully and lovingly as the center of stories, they kept seeking, often practicing what cultural scholars like Stuart Hall called negotiated reading. As scholar Jacqueline Bobo wrote in 1988 about Black women's reception of Steven Spielberg's adaptation of The Color Purple, "we understand that mainstream media has never rendered our segment of the population faithfully … out of habit, as readers of mainstream texts, we have learnt to ferret out the beneficial and put up blinders against the rest."
A humane and cheeky comedy, Waiting to Exhale exceeded expectations. So women showed up for this movie, surprising even executives at 20th Century Fox, who should have known better given the book's fans, who swamped readings by the thousands. They gathered. They laughed. They talked. And they cried. And many saw themselves in these four women, regardless of whether they had the wardrobes and lifestyles. They knew the pain of working hard and successfully building a life, when all your family can see is that you don't have the thing that was still so prized and validating in women's lives — a socially approved, church-sanctified partner.
The resonance was so deep that, for years to come, the story's reception and impact would be studied by cultural scholars. When Jacqueline Bobo published her book-length study of Black Women as Cultural Readers, Waiting to Exhale was a recurring reference point. And when Black women authors are asked about their influences, the movie Waiting to Exhale and the novel remain touchstones, the movie often the first point of entry. Danyel Smith called them "era-defining" and Tara M. Stringfellow wrote that McMillan taught her that "sisterhood is as necessary as air."
Translating the 1992 novel to the big screen
Like its faithful film adaptation, Terry McMillan's bestselling book is tart, a little raunchy and incisive. Her portraits of four successful, attractive middle class Black women reflected important social changes including dramatic increases in working women and educational attainment in the 1970s to 1990s. While sociologists were debating "the marriage gap" and declining rates of marriage for Black women, McMillan's characters were commiserating, exploring their options, cracking jokes, and braving the messy realities of life in a series of poignant and laugh out loud funny vignettes.
While sociologists were debating “the marriage gap” and declining rates of marriage for Black women, McMillan’s characters were commiserating, exploring their options, cracking jokes, and braving the messy realities of life in a series of poignant and laugh out loud funny vignettes.
It's remarkable to see how well the film and book correspond: While the screenplay compressed some of the novel's nuance and depth of the characters' inner monologues and social observation, it retained and even amplified the emotional power. Despite some biases of the time – including fatphobia and the use of homophobic slurs – the themes hold up.
Casting was a major part of the charm. Still hot off her film debut opposite Kevin Costner in The Bodyguard in 1992, Whitney Houston gave the film unmistakable star power. As Savannah, she's ambitious, the one who isn't willing to settle no matter how much her mother pressures her, even as she recognizes dwindling odds of marriage and an abundance of frustrating suitors. She doesn't need rescue or support. What she craves, what she's holding out for, despite the insistent phone calls from her mother, is soul-deep love. In the book, Savannah admits to herself: "I worry. I worry about if and when I'll ever find the right man, if I'll ever be able to exhale... Never in a million years would I have ever believed that I would be thirty-six years old and still childless and single. But here I am." On screen she's just 33, and expresses these sentiments in conversation. The point lands just the same.
Savannah's best friend Bernadine (Angela Bassett) is equal parts fierce and wounded — an impeccably groomed and soon-to-be divorced mother of two who helped build a business with her husband and then got unceremoniously dumped for a younger and whiter version of herself. Loretta Devine is striking as Gloria, a hair salon owner who has all but given up on romantic love, and dreads the looming empty nest after focusing all her attention on mothering her 17-year old son (flawlessly cast in Donald Faison of Clueless). Last, there's the beautiful yet naive corporate underwriter Robin, played by Lela Rochon, whose taste in men leaves a lot to be desired and provides comic gold in her hapless dating adventures. Robin's motley crew of suitors include Mykelti Williamson delivering an indelible comic turn, Leon Robinson and Wendell Pierce.
The creative talent behind the scenes was also crucial to the film's success. It was actor Forest Whitaker's directorial debut, working with a screenplay co-written by McMillan and Oscar-winning writer Ronald Bass, best known at the time for Rain Man. The film's episodic structure centering milestone holidays is a little choppy and uneven, but many of the scenes deliver a gut punch or laugh out loud joy. The writing duo faithfully distilled the character and tone from the source material including much of the original dialogue. Scholars Tina M. Harris and Patricia S. Hill argue that McMillan also "influenced directorial decisions and character development" on set, enriching the story's authentic portrayals of Black women.
In the movie's single most enduring (and now iconic) scene, after Bernadine's husband tells her he's leaving her for the company accountant, she empties his closet and then burns his expensive belongings and car in their driveway. Clad in a black lace nightgown and silk robe, with a cigarette in her hand and a look of disgust and determination on her face, Angela Bassett vibrates with indignation — heightened with sound effects and camera angles, it's a brilliantly provocative visual translation of the events McMillan imagined in print. In the book, McMillan paints a similar picture with words. Bernadine is "feeling antsy," fuming over being left after putting up with so much. Anger rising, she reflects on the excessive power her husband had wielded in their home and takes stock — of the "close to a thousand books, most in alphabetical order" and of John's closet, with shirts "grouped by color" and suits "in order by designer" and of how he "had even counted the number of times they made love." Concluding, "there was too much order in this damn house," she frees herself, lighting most of his stuff on fire and throwing a garage sale, pricing every remaining possession at a dollar.
Three years after Waiting to Exhale’s debut, Sex and the City would use a similar formula.
Three decades later, the appeal endures, despite reviews like the one in Salon that likened gender representation in Waiting to Exhale to "male bashing taken to an extreme," "crack for the female psyche" and "cheap thrills and psychological lies masquerading as social commentary." Three years after Waiting to Exhale's debut, Sex and the City would use a similar formula. Mirroring Whitaker's production, SATC centered four white professional women pursuing romance and experiencing raunchy, farcical dating and sexual disappointments while embracing each other. It also paired action with contemplative voice overs and gave the women even more upscale and enviable lifestyles. The HBO show premiered to popular delight and somewhat better reviews, eventually garnering 54 Emmy nominations and 7 wins. Today, I see Waiting to Exhale as blazing a trail and deserving appreciation as a deeply human work of commercial art that took Black women's lives and concerns seriously and executed its vision with style.
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