There was a strange aura in the theaters that night. The crowd was small and mainly filled with middle-aged ladies either alone or seated with girlfriends. I noticed many tissue boxes and braced myself for the inevitable teary-eyed dance that would follow me out of the theater.
Leading up to "A Journal for Jordan," I wondered how the film would grasp my short attention span as I tried not to reach for my phone during the previews. To my surprise, it did more than that, before I knew it I found myself fully mesmerized by the movie’s message and of course by acting sensation and eye candy Michael B. Jordan.
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