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Love Terrence Howard, but Don't Like Terrence Howard

Terrence Howard
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Terrence Howard
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The Best Man Holiday may be surpring industry insiders with another strong performance at the box office this weekend, but it isn't a surprise to long-time fans of the original Best Man and its dynamic cast. Among that cast, though, is a man who nearly kept me from seeing the movie, a man of whom I’m actually a fan, even though the years (and his actions) have not been kind to his off-screen persona.


Of course I’m talking about my dear Señor Baby Wipes, actor Terrence Howard.

My problem with Terrence Howard is pretty simple—I love Terrence Howard the entertainer, but have massive side-eye for Terrence Howard the man. The first film I ever saw him in was the 1996 teen basketball flick Sunset Park, and I was immediately smitten by his gentle demeanor and easygoing style. I was a goofy, boyfriend-less teen at the time, and I rapidly fell in love with his character, Spaceman. I still remember gleaming up at him beatifically from the cheap seats of Florissant, Mo.’s dollar show. By the time I saw him three years later in 1999’s The Best Man I was sure he was going to be a big star. He was so charismatic, and his character, Quentin, was easily the biggest scene-stealer in a flick that contained great actors (Nina Long, Harold Perrineau) and heartthrobs (Taye Diggs and Morris Chestnut) alike. 


But that was the 1990s. There were a lot of mainstream films starring African-American actors and actresses in the '90s. And like all '90s black actors who looked like they were destined for huge careers, The Best Man cast found themselves stymied in the 21st-century world of video piracy and tentpole CGI blockbusters.

In some respects, though, Howard should have made it. In 2005 he finally got the breakout role he’d sought starring in Craig Brewer’s Hustle & Flow. And, as he’ll gladly let you know, he was the highest paid actor in the first Iron Man film back in 2008.

Yet, while Howard was snatching up roles he was also snatching up stalking and domestic violence allegations. He kept saying things publicly that sounded horribly sexist, like if a woman only uses toilet paper she’s “unclean.”  There was also that time Howard seemed way too OK with the fact that Chris Brown had brutally beaten up his then-girlfriend Rihanna. Recently Howard went on Bravo’s Watch What Happens Live and tried to spin some really creative celebrity fan-fiction about that one time he turned down both Beyoncé and Padma Lakshmi. Padma, specifically, got flagged for being “too dominant.”

Over time because of the allegations and his penchant for simply saying offensive things about women, my teenage bliss soured. I became less and less invested in his career. I’d gone from someone who had liked Terrence Howard enough to actually pay money for his 2008 album Shine Through It (one of the five who did) to someone who could barely get through The Brave One without making personal-hygiene jokes.


But seeing Howard again as one of the characters who initially made me love him reminded me of how often as a woman (and a black woman at that), we find ourselves trapped for liking things we are not supposed to like.

Just the thought of R. Kelly makes me feel ill, yet I still consider his 1998 double-album R. to be one of the best R&B records ever produced. I love Guns & Roses, but how horrible is Axl Rose? I have a complicated relationship with the film Django Unchained and its director, Quentin Tarantino, who I’m convinced is only obsessed with the n-word because his white male privilege told him he could be whatever he wanted when he grew up, and he wanted to be Samuel Jackson.


I can’t seem to give up on actor Isaiah Washington, even after the whole f-word debacle with Grey’s Anatomy. Tax evader Wesley Snipes continues to be one of my favorites even though he’s on a Terrence Howard-scale of legal and personal infractions at this point.

Genius producer Phil Spector, who created “Be My Baby,” one of my favorite songs, is a murderer.


The director of some of my favorite films, Roman Polanski, is a child rapist.

And I’m still very angry at Chris Brown for ruining my enjoyment of R&B ballad “No Air” with Jordin Sparks. But the song is still on my playlist.


The heart wants what the heart wants (said another questionable auteur). Unless the person behind what the heart wants is racist or sexist. Then the heart just has to tough it out. Do I continue to enjoy the entertainment I love? Does the beauty of a Picasso painting diminish when you realize he copied the style of African art and was horrible to the women who loved him?

And that’s the problem with art (and music and film). It’s created by humans. Horribly flawed, messed-up humans. It reflects our world. Our views. And because opinions about race, gender or politics can get in the way of a good time, many entertainers keep their opinions to themselves. (Think Michael Jordan famously not backing a black Democratic candidate once because “Republicans buy sneakers, too.”)


In the case of Terrence Howard, he’s retracted very little of what he’s said and apologized very little for what he has done. He owns being a terrible person. (While never admitting he’s actually terrible, he presents these things as simply “his views.”) And in that respect, I do respect him. I can enjoy him in The Best Man Holiday knowing full well what I’m sacrificing.

I’m watching a misogynist. A very talented, funny, charming misogynist.

And if there's a Best Man 3, I will go see him again.

Danielle C. Belton is a freelance journalist and TV writer, founder of the blog and editor-at-large of Clutch magazine.

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