“I can’t wait for it to come out on DVD. That’s one I really would like to own.”
The high school girl ahead of me at the convenience store the other night was still under the spell of the movie she’d just seen with her friends. There was a catch in her voice as she told the clerk all about it and her eyes were shining with tears but she was happy. I couldn’t tell if she was overcome by the movie itself as a movie or if it was the movie’s subject or both, but whatever it was it had filled her with joy.
I was jealous. It’s been a long time since a movie did that for me.
The clerk can’t wait for the DVD either. She’s been looking forward to seeing it too. She doesn’t go to movie theaters anymore though. Something to do with bedbugs.
The high school girl was tall and athletic and beautiful behind big round glasses. Her sun-blonded brown hair was loosely pinned up behind. Her perfect legs were deeply and evenly tanned. She had a band-aid on one of her big toes. The clerk was short and square and in her fifties. She wore a brown and black uniform with matching baseball cap. Her very short hair was dyed orange. At first glance, you wouldn’t suppose they’d have anything in common, but at the moment they were best friends, bound together by their affection for the movie, even if on the clerk’s part the affection was potential. Maybe she’d read the book.
Yes, there’s a book. And at this point I should mention that both women were white, because the movie was The Help.
This is one that went completely off my radar. I didn’t know it was coming. I didn’t know there was a book. This happens when you have a limited number of movies you know you’re going to be able to get to in a year and at least half of them are going to feature superheroes or wizards. I keep an eye out for the type of film I know the blonde and I will definitely be interested in seeing and I can’t help noticing when ads and trailers for something truly awful or that I expect will be awful pokes me in the eye, but everything else, good, bad, or indifferent, fails to register. I only knew that The Help was in the theaters because it was getting some mention on Twitter and mostly those mentions were negative.
But not negative in the sense of people tweeting it was a badly made movie.
Negative in that the movie offended them on principle.
Apparently, liberals have a problem with The Help and it appears to be that the movie presents the Civil Rights movement as being about white women. Is that right?
I could and should investigate this for myself, but, heck, I have this blog with all these smart, savvy, film-going, book-reading readers, why not ask them to do my work for me?
So I’m asking. What’s the problem with The Help?
But also what is it about The Help that that high school girl fell in love with and that the clerk expected to love?