Directed by Tyler Perry | Starring Taraji P. Henson, Sherri Shepherd, Teyana Taylor
In an unjust system that demands the poor stretch every dollar while the rich thrive untouched, survival often feels like a crime in itself. Straw, Tyler Perry’s searing psychological crime drama, lays bare how easily people can be misunderstood, mislabeled, and destroyed by a system stacked against them. It’s a story about a woman who ends up barricaded inside a bank, accused of robbery. But what most don’t realize is that Janiyah Wiltkinson—played with aching vulnerability by Taraji P. Henson—is not hiding from guilt. She is hiding from a violent encounter with a white off-duty police officer earlier that day, who promised her, without hesitation, that he would shoot her if he ever saw her again.
At the heart of Straw is Janiyah, a single mother raising her ill daughter, Aria, in a crumbling apartment. Their lives are marked by hardship—no hot water, food insecurity, and systemic indifference. Janiyah gives what little she has to those around her, but the world gives her nothing in return. After a cascade of catastrophes—including losing her job, home, and child—she finds herself in a standoff at a local bank, the result of desperation rather than criminal intent.
The genius of Perry’s script lies in how it exposes the slow erosion of dignity, piece by piece, until Janiyah is backed into a corner with no way out. The film isn’t about a robbery—it’s about a woman robbed of every right to live safely and with compassion.
As the standoff unfolds, Perry masterfully layers in tension through flashbacks and subtle hallucinations. Janiyah believes she is protecting her daughter, but we later learn Aria died the night before of a seizure. Everything Janiyah does—from refusing to leave the bank to trusting a kind manager named Nicole (Sherri Shepherd)—is shaped by trauma and grief.
But the real terror isn’t what’s inside the bank—it’s what’s outside. The fear of a trigger-happy officer she met earlier, who humiliated and threatened her after a minor traffic dispute, keeps her paralyzed. Perry uses this fear to ask a pressing question: What does justice look like when the enforcers of law themselves inspire dread in the innocent?
Taraji P. Henson delivers a tour-de-force performance. Her portrayal of Janiyah is layered, painful, and unforgettable—a portrait of someone disintegrating under pressure yet clinging to whatever fragments of hope she has left. Sherri Shepherd, in a revelatory turn as Nicole, offers quiet resilience and empathy, helping the audience hold onto the thread of humanity within this bleak spiral.
Teyana Taylor is electric as Detective Raymond, the negotiator who sees through the media narrative and digs deeper. Sinbad, Rockmond Dunbar, and Glynn Turman offer gravitas in supporting roles, rounding out a cast that feels grounded in truth.
Perry weaponizes realism in Straw—each moment, no matter how dramatic, stems from very real injustices: racial profiling, child protective overreach, labor exploitation, and the dehumanization of the working poor. What begins as a crime thriller transforms into a character study of trauma, mental health, and the cruel machinery of bureaucracy.
Straw is Tyler Perry’s most mature and harrowing film to date. It’s a blistering critique of systemic failure, told through the eyes of a mother who is not crazy, not criminal—but broken by a society that never gave her a chance. It’s not just a film; it’s a confrontation with our own complacency.