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The Help Is Much Too Sane For The Period It Reflects

Posted: 08/15/11 05:54 PM ET

Kathryn Stockett's novel The Help is the basis for the new film The Help. It tells the story of several white women who employ black maids in Jackson, Mississippi in the 1960s. The film purports to tell it like it was but for one who grew up in the South during these times, it doesn't provide a full picture.

The main character in this movie is Aibilene (Viola Davis). She is the daughter of a maid and the granddaughter of a slave. She has helped raise seventeen children for her various employers. Presently she is working for a woman named Elizabeth (Ahna O'Reilly) who is in the social circle with Hilly Holbrook (Bryce Dallas Howard), a bigoted, mean-spirited woman who controls her little group.

There is one person in her group who doesn't go along with Hilly's vile nature and that is Skeeter Phalen (Emma Stone). She is more enlightened as to racial matters, and is embarrassed by Hilly's treatment of "the help." She comes up with a plan to collect the stories of Aibilene, her best friend Minny (Spencer), and other maids. This will show their viewpoint, something that has never been done before. It will be a dangerous venture because of the times but Skeeter is determined to get it done and she gets full support from Aibilene and Minny.

The three outstanding actors in the film are Davis, Spencer and Howard. Davis and Spencer's performances are obviously first rate but Howard's is more subtle. She expresses Hilly's black heart through actions as well as words. You get it in a raised eyebrow or a turn of her lips. You obviously come away from the film remembering Davis and Spencer but Howard's performance is also unforgettable.

The Help does raise up a mirror for us southerners to see some of the terrible things that occurred during these times, but it never reflects the real tragedies that were endemic to our lives at that point. We get the rudeness and slurs that were cast on these women who were more a part of our lives than other members of our families. At that time we shut our eyes and closed our ears and prided ourselves on not being bigots like our friends were.

Now we have a movie that shows us a soft pedaled version of the hatred and the bullying that existed. In The Help it is all tied up with a neat bow that shows it all worked out anyway. At least that seems to be the point the movie is trying to make.

The Help is beautifully acted but woefully lacking in reality. Maybe it serves a purpose of some sort and I just missed it but the sixties I remember were not this sane.

I scored The Help a serviced 7 out of 10.

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11:05 AM on 08/16/2011
Perhaps people don't or won't see themselves, but having read the book or viewed the movie, others will see them more clearly. Change can sometimes begin that way, don't you think.
09:09 AM on 08/16/2011
This film was distributed through the Disney company, even though Steven Spielberg's company (Dreamworks) produced it.
Spielberg may not have directed this himself, but he's not shied away from tough subject matter. Schindler's List is a great example of how he told a painful story with detail, passion and spirit.
Disney, on the other hand, historically has dodged dicey subject matter; soft-pedaling the truth while scrubbing things squeaky-clean for 'family entertainment'.
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BlackJAC
It's better to be a black king than a white knight
08:28 AM on 08/16/2011
It's loosely based on Kathryn Stockett's own childhood, which happened during the '70s and '80s, so that might explain a lot.
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O K Ali
Wash your hands, seriously.
08:26 PM on 08/15/2011
I knew from the trailer that I was going to pass on this. At least 1990's "The Long Walk Home" had a more gritty filter on the relationship between workers and employers.
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Jackie K. Cooper
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10:07 PM on 08/15/2011
There are a lot of Hillys who are going to see this movie and think it is just wonderful. They will never see themselves in this film.
03:28 PM on 08/17/2011
Read the book long before the movie, and loved it. As an African American woman born in 1969, still, I've seem my fair share of Hillys. Fortunately, I believe the book was written more for the Abilenes and Skeeters of the world....and the message I took from it was to have the courage of your convictions to speak out in the face of injustice. This world will always be full of Hillys (be damned), but as long as Abilenes and Skeeters stay silent, this country does not stand a chance!
Konnie
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08:19 PM on 08/15/2011
this is a story for white women. not a historical docu-drama. it reminds me of the 1950's book and the 1960's movie that was made from it - Peyton Place. it rattled the cages of the town it was spose to be about, touched on taboo topics and in the end didn't do much to change anything.
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KDMac
It's called sarcasm, Genius.
09:04 AM on 08/16/2011
I went to see it last night -- the theater was packed (odd for a Monday night), and there were some men, mostly women, black and white. It was one of the quietest movie audiences I've been in, but afterwards, there was a lot of chatter, and none that I heard was negative. I was a bit disappointed in the movie, because I kept thinking of all they left out from the book. (I know that time constraints had a lot to do with it, but still....)

But you're right in that it's not a historical docu-drama. It's fiction, and has never been marketed as anything but. Not many movies change anything, and this one certainly doesn't. It's entertainment, plain and simple. But it was nice to see such a diverse audience.
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08:16 PM on 08/15/2011
I haven't yet seen the movie, but read the book. My grandmother lived in Canton, Miss., (25 miles north of Jackson) and I "knew" some of those women. They played bridge with my grandmother and great aunt (who were also very deferential -- though never mean -- toward their black maids). As a little girl from Chicago, I didn't understand it, but was told not to make waves during our annual visits.