Berry Gordy's love letter to Diana Ross is one of the funniest movies I have seen in a long time. Unfortunately, it's really not supposed to be a comedy. What little story there is is solely a lame excuse to stitch together montage after montage of Diana Ross images. In fact, I haven't seem this much unabashed admiration for a female lead since Streisand did "The Mirror Has Two Faces". Frankly, the only thing saving this flick from zero stars is Anthony Perkins's ultra-campy performance of the photographer who gives Ross her big break. While Perkins definitely was over the top, at least he was interesting. My wife says that this movie is for people who like fashion and design. But in my opinion, I say avoid this flick unless you have some sort of weird Diana Ross fetish.