The breakout star of Girls Trip is fucking hilarious. Some people are good at being themselves than others are. They're the ones at home instantly in any untried environment, the way a cloud looks just right no matter where it is in the sky. They seem to keep slightly better rhythm with the beat of the universe than other people—noticing things faster, making connections more quickly and Haddish is one of those.
“I don't know that much about whales!” Haddish protests. Her voice is pleasingly scratchy, with a low hum underneath—the auditory equivalent of a palliative scalp massage. She declines the offer of the mic, but she doesn't need it anyway. Strangers on the boat are clustering near her to catch pearls of observation as they drop from her lips.
“AAH, THERE'S A WHAAAALE! THERE'S A WHAAAALE! RIGHT THERE!” she shrieks, at a decibel level appropriate to signal the start of Armageddon. Haddish is the first person on the boat to spot the 40-foot gray mass emerging from the abyss of Santa Monica Bay. “I'm always paying attention,” she declares as passengers compliment her lookout skills—another disgrace for the captain.
