Beyonce

I am DYING to see Dreamgirls; notwithstanding the presence of Beyonce in the movie. She and her pimping-parents have been chaffing me of late. The internets have been attwiter over how her parents have tried to sabotage Jennifer Hudson's moment in the limelight, particularly after every movie critic in this country has sang her praises and Hosannas.

Well, they're being smacked down by real talent.

In the next clip, Matt Lauer quotes Variety and I will so too :

An "American Idol" finalist without prior screen experience, Hudson comes fully-formed to film. It's the kind of galvanizing perf that calls to mind debuts like Barbra Streisand in "Funny Girl" or Bette Midler in "The Rose," with a voice like the young Aretha. More fully developed here than onstage, Effie is the fierce, wounded, pulsating heart of the movie. Her big song and second explosive number "I Am Changing" both elicit audience cheers and applause.

One of the things that strike about these three women is how they've laughed their way to the bank selling themselves as empowered yet arm-candy women.

They play the perfect game of well-kept women whenever alongside their men. In their videos or ad campaigns, they work the high end prostitute look.

And no, I don't think Madonna (as in Ciccone) has anything to do with it. Madonna successfully turned men all around her into accessories to match her latest look. With these three women though, their mates were integral to their image making.