The book The Help by Kathryn Stockett was life changing for me.
The movie was a great review for why it was life changing.
I am not usually one to compare the movies to the books.
I like to read books first because I then get to imagine them unfolding
untainted by another’s interpretation.
I then like to take in the movie as a whole different experience.
However open-minded I tried to go into this movie experience,
I have to say that The Help was more like what I imagined
while reading than any other book/movie experience.
My hat is off to the producers, directors, and actors.
You nailed it.
I busted a get. Especially when it came to the terrible awful.
I cried a bucket. The complexities of humanity are so emotional.
I jumped in victory when Skeeter’s mama finally figured things out.
I revered and honored Milly and Abileen in that little black church.
I searched myself once again.
Wow, I have such great ambitions yet fall so short.
I want to be the best mama.
I want to be the best writer.
I want to stand for something important.
I want to love and be loved.
Go see this movie.
If my hubby and I both laugh and cry, you know it won’t disappoint.
And just a sidenote: When I first moved to Knoxville I had the horrifying experience of listening to four born and raised Southern whites embarrass themselves as humans. They were so racist and were proud of it. At that dinner, there was even a comment about how the blacks had brought all the troubles on themselves. I was appalled. I stood my ground. I told them they were absolutely wrong. Seven years later, one of these racists had become my best friend. I saw her befriend her first black. People can change. If they haven’t, they should. Not because I told them so, but because it’s the right thing to do to love our neighbors. I was proud to take a stand against racism and to be a part of making the world a better place. A place where everyone is loved and appreciated. Call me Skeeter.