The Help Isn't Helping
I can't tell you how many times white women have told me they saw The Help and just loved it. In some ways, I think they're trying to tell me that thanks to the film, they now get it.
I can't tell you how many times white women have told me they saw The Help and just loved it. In some ways, I think they're trying to tell me that thanks to the film, they now get it.
HuffingtonPost.com | Amy Lee | Posted 11.01.2011
"The Help," a feel-good tearjerker about the plight of black maids in 1960s Mississippi, is the number one movie in America. Based on a bestsellin...
Scott Mendelson | Posted 10.28.2011
It's a tough thing to accurately gauge how well a movie would have done if not for an unforeseen variable, such as in this case a massive hurricane that threatened much of the East Coast of the country and shut down hundreds of movie theaters over the weekend.
Michael Henry Adams | Posted 10.15.2011
This film tells a story many blacks and whites would rather forget, how black women stepped up and did what they must to survive. That's a story important enough to make all the film's faults minor by contrast.
Ellen Sterling | Posted 10.11.2011
Octavia Spencer may be best known to devotees of Ugly Betty as Constance Grady, the IMS agent who stalked Betty's father. Her film resume is varied, but she says, The Help was especially close to her heart.
Marlynn Snyder | Posted 10.09.2011
The white Jesus on the wall in Aibileen's humble home, a place of honor next to a photo of her deceased beloved son, underscores the amazing conflicts of everyday life in 1960s Mississippi.
AP | DAVID GERMAIN | Posted 10.08.2011
A class act such as "The Help" is rare enough in Hollywood. Coming at the tail end of summer blockbuster season, it's almost unheard of. "The Help" i...
blog.moviefone.com | Posted 10.05.2011
In this original video, produced with our network cousins over at Huffington Post Culture and the newly launched Huffington Post BlackVoices, Paul Nee...
Russell Simmons | Posted 10.04.2011
My brother, Danny, recently reminded me of the time my father took us both to the front of a picket line. He took me off his shoulders, let go of Danny's hand, and decided to lay down in protest in front a moving bulldozer.
Robin Quivers | Posted 11.26.2011