War Room has something to offend everyone, especially women, the elderly, African Americans, and Christians -- whom I simply can't believe want to be portrayed in this way. The four groups are embodied in the character of Miss Clara, a cutsey Wise Black Woman who would be rejected as a racial stereotype in the 1950s -- she supposedly lost her husband in the Vietnam War, not the Civil War. Miss Clara's advice to heroine Elizabeth (Priscilla Shirer, an inexperienced actress who gives a sincere performance) is simple: shut up, pray, submit to your man, rant at Satan occasionally, and all will be well. Everyone will have a favourite scene: the double-dutch competition, a white man telling a black man to do a back flip for him, the running joke about how Elizabeth's feet smell. Mine is the one in which God, to prevent Elizabeth's abusive horn dog husband from having an affair, causes him to vomit. I feel you, man.