While watching the latest version of Sparkle — besides checking out Carmen Ejogo (*legasp* English??) and fist-pumping for Tika Sumpter — the most emotional scene in the whole movie, which had me side-drying the “single” tear that kept on rolling down my left cheek, was when Whitney performed that song. And I didn’t even cry when her death was announced (more liked shocked). It’s just one of those powerful spiritual moments.
