‘P-Valley’ Review: This Series is a Bold Mix of Trap and Truth


I’m about to get in the kitchen and put my pot of beans on and that’s when I remember the meme. Instead of waiting until I was 70 to do it I put those beans on and sent my husband some nudes, I decided to go with my move right then and there. What the hell was I waiting for anyway?

There will be plenty more red bean Mondays to follow. It may just become a thing. Beans and breasts.


But as I was chopping up the holy trinity that is onions, bell pepper, and celery to throw in that crockpot, it hit me. I should add a review of P-Valley to the site because I enjoyed watching it the other night. This is a call all your homegirls and let them know to tune TF in kind of show.


As soon as I hit send, I started typing this out.


I already have a love for strippers. Those too tall heels and floss for outfits wheww it just does something for me. So when the snippets kept popping up on Instagram and Facebook, I knew I had to check this out. It gave me Pose and Queen and Slim vibes, with something else but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.


It was unlike anything I’ve seen before and that was definitely a breath of fresh air being that Netflix has you watching the same damn movie warmed over. Fatal Attraction is When the Bough Breaks is The Intruder is No Good Deed is The Perfect Guy and so on.


First 5 minutes of the show and we’re trying to figure out if this is New Orleans right after Katrina (it ended up being Houston) with the murky water and personals floating around this ghost town.


Wondering what happened to this woman? Why is she cutting and dyeing her hair? What is she running from and how will her story unfold.


The intro plays and the different scenes of the hood, the church, the strip club, accompanied by the tune “Down in the valley, where the girls get naked” Wait… this a whole bop! I like that.


I can't help but think that this looks like Atlanta.


Wait…. What is this? Who is this rapping? It’s alright but it don’t hit like that chorus. “This sounds like some Memphis shit!” says my husband. At this point we don't know where this series takes place but we're ready to bet money that it's somewhere in the South.


Pussy Valley comes across the screen. Now, the whole time I’ve been anticipating watching this, I just knew that this P-Valley was the name of their hood. Didn't have a clue that the P stands for pussy but it's not far fetched.


A voice comes on and hypes the crowd at The Pynk, a southern strip club. Within his welcome, he says "right off exit 2-9 in the Dirty Delta” Bitch. It's Mississippi! That’s when we hear a stripper’s voice, later identified as seven-year vet Mercedes (Brandee Evans) say, "and this nigga gon say". Ouuu, baby Her thick ass country accent confirmed it.


As if that wasn’t enough, a quick google search sealed the deal. The show was filmed in Atlanta and set in fictional town of Chucalissa, Mississippi and created by playwright Katori Hall from Memphis, TN. As if I wasn't already invested, the show is directed by all women. Hello somebody!


Starz describes P-Valley as a show where “down deep in the Mississippi Delta lies an oasis of grit and glitter in a rough patch of human existence where beauty can be hard to find. This southern-fried, hour-long drama tells the kaleidoscopic story of a little-strip-club-that-could and the big characters who come through its doors—the hopeful, the lost, the broken, the ballers, the beautiful, and the damned. Trap music meets film noir in this lyrical and atmospheric series that dares to ask what happens when small-town folk dream beyond the boundaries of the Piggly Wiggly and the pawnshop.”


Sign me tf up!


When this redbone from the beginning has a hard time getting into the club. It took me back to the time, me and my homegirl got kicked out of the strip club for taking the attention away from the dancers but that’s a whole nother story.


Strip clubs are the only time I see females having to pay more than males, cause I know the flirtatious promoters have yall familiar with ladies free before 11 at most clubs.


Getting back into it, Uncle Clifford (Nicco Annan) first appears from the darkness, under neon lights with this fan baby, giving me these Big Freedia vibes. The attitude. The confidence. The accent. I knew I had to set the damn DVR. He was the no-nonsense character that I didn’t know I needed in my life.



We're introduced to Alize and Skrawberry, I’ve seen all these girls before working at Kitten’s, a gentleman's club we used to have in Baton Rouge.

But when Blue Cinnamon?! Baby, I know she did not. I had heard it all.


And here’s when our girl, the high and mighty, YSL wearing redbone finally gets a name, Autumn Night (Elarica Johnson).


When she goes on to start her dance, we see a flashback and start to get clues on why she was probably so eager to start a new life.


We see the traditional Southern church, you know the one where you would get popped in the back of the head for sleeping in, The one that lasted all day and the peppermint was the only thing you could get to calm the cries of your hunger pains.


This is good!


A hummer turned hot box pulls up, and Lil Murda (J. Alphonse Nicholson), an aspiring rapper steps out like he's the best thing since sliced bread.


I promise I’ve seen Lil Murda’s hummer circling 600 main in my club days with somebody’s overconfident son hanging out the passenger side window trying to holla at everything that moved.


Pushing right along, Uncle Clifford, our new favorite house mother, instructs Mercedes to show Autumn the ropes. If you're not the friend with Mercedes' FBI eyes, you have the friend. The one who is equipped to detect anything she sets her intentions on, simply by paying very close attention to her surroundings. Cedes wasn't too sharp mid set though.


It's the moment I'd been waiting for, we get a chance to see the OG's set. WIth all the ass in the world, make you want to binge-eat cornbread just to try to get close in comparison. DJ Neva Scared plays Lil Murda's songs and Mercedes' face was a whole damn mood. We’ve all felt it before. Against better judgment, trying to support somebody son then trying to piece together how the hell nobody had to heart to tell him it was trash or even worse, that everybody had to told and he figured everybody was hating.


With all the heavy breathing, I just knew her ass was bout to fall off that pole but she did that shit. Then the unthinkable...


Imagine a head in between your legs, best life living and you look up and see your mama staring at you in disgust, trying to pray away all your sins and transgressions.


When I saw Mercedes walk out The Pynk with over 3 thousand "coochie coupons" after breaking her mama off yet again.. bitch. I just don’t see how I never went with my move and dropped it low in a g-string for somebody daddy.


The drama is filled with the art and beauty of strip culture but doesn't fall short of struggle. Autumn is drinking like a fish, Mercedes having big dreams for her dance team while "hiding booty money in the church building fund", Mississippi is a domestic violence victim, experiencing that "but he says he loves me" love that hurts like hell and Uncle Clifford is bouncing checks like basketballs. I know there’s a lot of backstory to get into.


I’m excited to see what this series has in store. I’m here for it. And will be tuning in on Sunday to see who else DJ Neva Scared is roasting in the crowd like the did ya boy with the brown Fubu shirt.


I have a few questions,


It's clear that Mercedes and Autumn can't stand the ground that the other one walks on. Do yo think that will change throughout the series?


Did Angel telling Mississippi he'd "take care of that" bring you back to a time when you told a hood nigga you had an issue with somebody and he volunteered to off them?


Did Murda fuck Unc?! Chile. I knew something was with him from the minute he hopped out that hummer!


Is photographer dude gon be Autumn’s love interest?


Am I the only one about to get annoying with , “Don’t tell me it’s cornbread when I smell them biscuits burning!”? Now I've heard "Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining" a million times but never have I ever heard that one. Blame Unc!


and What the fuck is "flodging"??!


Episode Info - S1 E1:


Autumn Night, a mysterious beauty with a harrowing past, washes up on the shores of the Pynk -- Mississippi's hottest "shake junt" -- seeking employment. Mercedes Sundayz, a night headlined by the club's OG, brings unexpected trouble from a number of patrons.


P-Valley airs Sundays at 8 p.m. ET/PT on Starz.

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