Precious

Synopsis: In Harlem, 1987. Sixteen year old Claireece Jones - who goes by her middle name Precious - is an illiterate, overweight black girl. She is pregnant with her second child, both children fathered by her biological father, who has continually raped her since she was a child, but who she doesn't see otherwise. Her infant daughter, Mongo - such named since she has Down Syndrome - lives with Precious' grandmother. Precious lives with her mother Mary, who abuses Precious both physically and emotionally. Mary does nothing but smoke, watch television and collect welfare through fraud (as she doesn't ever look for a job) and believes that education does nothing for Precious, who she would rather also collect welfare if only to bring money into the household. To escape her life, Precious often daydreams of herself in glamorous situations. Because of her current pregnancy, Precious' principal transfers her into an alternative school. In dealing with the school's sympathetic teacher Miss Blu Rain,
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Lee Daniels
Production: Lionsgate Films
  Won 2 Oscars. Another 111 wins & 98 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.3
Metacritic:
79
Rotten Tomatoes:
91%
R
Year:
2009
110 min
£47,536,959
Website
11,109 Views


1

My name is Claireece "Precious" Jones.

I wish I had a light-skinned boyfriend

with real nice hair.

And I wanna be on the cover of a magazine.

But first, I wanna be

in one of them BET videos.

Momma said I can't dance.

Plus, she said, who wants

to see my big ass dancing, anyhow?

Well, if there's no volunteers,

then I'm going to have to call people.

Okay, Leticia, you got number one. Leticia!

Jess Wesley, number two.

I like math. I don't say nothing.

I don't open my book, even.

I just sit there.

- You down?

- Number six.

Every day I tell myself

something's gonna happen.

I'm... I'm dead serious.

Like, I'm gonna break through.

Or somebody's gonna break through to me.

I'm gonna be normal

and pay attention,

and sit in the front of the class.

Distributive principles...

Someday.

...are principles that

you can do in your head.

I like Mr. Wicher.

I pretend he my husband

and we live some place like Westchester.

Look at him. He like me, too, I know it.

I can tell by his eyes.

He always looking at me and smiling at me.

Boys! Boys! Boys!

I'm not your f***ing boy!

You're disrupting the class.

Yeah, well, I'm talking now,

so you listen.

Shut the f*** up! I'm trying to listen!

Mr. Wicher know I got his back.

One twenty-two.

Why are we barking, Jess?

Monday's assignment.

I'm assuming everybody did it.

- No.

- No.

Please... Quiet. Precious, get your things.

I have... Come here for a second.

Now this sh*t.

Is there anybody

who didn't do their homework?

Why? These aren't requests.

These are requirements. Okay?

You have to go to the principal's office.

Go to the principal's office!

All right, that's enough. That's enough.

No, he's not allowed on campus.

Where was he seen?

Could you get Mr. Tork from Room 25,

tell him to go to Room 16 right away?

Thank you.

No. He was seen on the second floor.

Yes. Thank you.

Send Claireece in here!

She's ready for you now.

Mr. Taylor? Ms. Lichenstein.

Come in.

Matthew Williams, second floor.

In front of his locker.

Yes. Suspended last week.

Yeah.

Yes, absolutely. Thank you.

Hello, Claireece.

Are you pregnant?

You're 16. You're still

in junior high school,

and you're pregnant with your second child.

Is that correct, Claireece?

Are you pregnant again?

What happened, Claireece?

I had sex, Ms. Lichenstein.

Do you have any other thoughts

about your situation, Claireece?

Claireece?

Am I in trouble?

Thank you. I gotta get back to math.

Sit down, Claireece. Sit down right now.

We should have a parent-teacher's

conference with you, me and your mother.

My mother's busy.

All right. Well then,

how about if I come to your house?

If I were you, I wouldn't.

I... I'm going to have to suspend you.

That ain't fair! I didn't do nothing!

I do my work!

My grades is good!

Is something going on at home?

If something's going on at home,

I want you to tell me right now.

You get my cigarettes?

No, they didn't have it.

I played the number, though.

I couldn't box it.

Yes. Yeah.

Right there. Yeah. Daddy loves you.

Precious, what did you think of the film?

I thought it was fabulous.

- What's next for you?

- What?

- How are you feeling?

- I feel great!

Just one more, just one more, quick!

I love you, too!

You know I love you!

Hey, boo!

I ain't gonna say it no more.

The door was open, so I let myself in.

Well, there goes my chance

to tell you I'm not home.

Now, Mary, this is important.

Now, come on, Mary,

she'll have a great time.

I'd enroll myself, but I became ineligible

for teen pageants a few days ago.

Yeah, I see your acne's cleared up.

You know, this pageant can do Brenda

a world of good, Mary.

And the man in charge, he's tops

in his field. A brilliant promoter.

How long have you two been dating?

A dance teacher.

Tell them a**holes to stop ringing my bell.

I hate crackheads.

No one ever ring this bell

except for crackheads.

Why they f***ing with us?

Stop ringing the goddamn buzzers,

motherfuckers!

Give the ghetto a bad name.

Stop ringing the goddamn buzzer!

Stop it!

Press "listen," stupid.

It's Sandra Lichenstein

for Claireece and Ms. Mary Johnston.

Who is that, Precious?

White b*tch from school.

What do you want?

Claireece, I want to talk to you

about your education.

Eighty-six that b*tch.

My mother don't wanna get cut off welfare.

And that's just what this visit

gonna result in.

Ms. Lichenstein, get out of here

before I kick your ass.

All right, Claireece, I spoke to Mr.

Wicher,

and he told me

that you're one of his best math students.

If your fat ass don't get

that b*tch away from here...

...like a, like a potential for math.

So I called Mrs. McKnight

from Higher Education Alternative

Each One Teach One.

It's an alternative school.

Claireece, are you listening to me?

Yeah.

Okay. Mrs. McKnight. Each One Teach One.

It's located at the 11th floor,

Hotel Theresa, 125th Street.

- Get rid of that b*tch.

- The semester started a few days ago,

so you're not too late.

Eleventh floor.

I heard you the first time.

Okay.

I don't know what an alternative school is,

but I feel I wanna know.

My heart is all warm inside.

Mr. Wicher think I'm a good student.

I knew that he liked me.

School ain't gonna help none!

Take your ass down to the welfare.

Who the f*** she think she is?

So I guess you think you cute now, right?

Uppity b*tch.

You should have kept

your f***ing mouth shut.

Just 'cause he gonna give you

more children than he give me,

you think you something f***ing special?

F*** you and f*** him!

Precious!

Precious! Precious!

Get down here, b*tch!

You brought that white b*tch up

in my house!

You...

Why would you bring that b*tch up in here?

I didn't bring her here.

Well, why the f*** did she ring my buzzer?

I can't hear you, Precious.

Since you got

so much motherfucking mouth,

and you gonna bring a b*tch up

in my house,

why would that b*tch ring

my goddamn buzzer?

I didn't tell her to come here.

See, I think right now, you feeling

like you're becoming a grown woman.

'Cause of that sh*t you pulled

in the kitchen.

I should've f***ed you up,

but I let you walk away,

and I let you come get yourself together.

But, b*tch, I'm gonna let you know

if you ever pull that sh*t on me again,

that will be your last

motherfucking day standing,

I promise you that.

You gonna send a white b*tch

to my motherfucking buzzer?

Talking about some higher education?

You're a dummy, b*tch,

you will never know sh*t.

Don't nobody want you.

Don't nobody need you.

You done f***ed around

and f***ed my motherfucking man

and had two motherfucking children,

and one of them is a goddamn animal,

running around,

looking crazy as a motherf***er.

B*tch, you know what?

See, I think you... I think you're trying me.

I think you're really trying to f*** with me.

You're f***ing with my money.

And you're gonna stand up there

and look down at me

like you're a motherfucking woman.

I'm gonna show you

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