During the final credits of the Frankie Lymon biopic Why Do Fools
Fall in Love, actual footage is rolled of Lymon singing Goody
Goody. It serves two purposes: to show what all the fuss is about
over this sweet-faced kid with the girl-high voice and to refuel
the wonder of how this preteen doo-wop singer could waste it all
away and die of a drug overdose at the age of 25.
Lymon did a whole lot of living in those short years, and Why
Do Fools Fall in Love works through them via a series of flashbacks
told by his three wives, each claiming in court two decades after
his death to be the rightful heir to his estate.
Wife number one is Elizabeth (Vivica A. Fox), a down-on-her-luck
single mother who meets Frankie (Larenz Tate) just at the beginning
of his downslide. Shes the one who puts up with his stealing
and shelters him from the side effects of his drug use. Wife number
two is Zola (Halle Berry), the female member of the Platters who
knew Frankie during his glory days and takes him in when he attempts
a comeback. Wife number three is Emira (Lela Rochon), a simple,
Georgia schoolteacher, who is wooed by Frankie while hes on leave
from the army, and shes the one who buries him. None of them
get off easy, and each feels entitled to some sort of reparation.
Elizabeth and Zola are both world-weary women who encountered
each other before in their dealings with Frankie. They bicker
and shove and throw out insults about each others hair. Emira
is a different breed, and Elizabeth and Zola are a little mystified
at first about Frankies draw to her. In the end, though, they
recognize their common bond and the joys and miseries that accompanied
involvement with Frankie.
While the scenes in which the women sass it out provide comic
relief, they are also a little distracting. Mainly, this is due
to Berry, who looks unlined and perfect when playing a 48-year-old,
while the other two submitted to body-padding and aging makeup.
Also thrown in for good measure is a courtroom cameo by Little
Richard (he toured with Lymon), who gets to work in his whole
architect-of-rock-and-roll bit while testifying, which means nothing
to the moment at hand, no matter how amusing it is to hear him
tell the room to shut up. (Little Richard, in fact, should have
his very own biopic.)
Why Do Fools Fall in Love is at its best while replaying Lymans
heyday. The screaming audience, dressed in their finest and crowded
in to see a packed lineup of the biggest singing stars of their
day, will make you wistful.