The Help tells the story of a young woman in the south right before the civil rights movement who writes about the treatment of African-American domestic servants. Set in Mississippi, the future Gwen Stacy has just finished college and wants to be a writer, but she decides to interview African-American women in her community and it turns into an episode of I Love Lucy, with everything going crazy and Cuban (meaning commie) men playing bongos (meaning her boobs).
Tate Taylor, or taint, as he likes to be called, has only a little directorial experience, but he as a staff assistant on A Time to Kill, so I know he has talent. He wrote the screenplay based on the novel by Kathryn Stockett. Crap. Now I said that it’s based on a novel. What am I going to put in the Interesting fact place now?
It appears the whole town gets caught up in the changin’ times. Just like Bob Dylan said they would. Is it odd I’m waiting for an awesome video game called ‘Masters of War?’
It would be awesome.
Movie Release Date
August 12, 2011.
Who’s In It?
Emma Stone … Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan 3
Bryce Dallas Howard … Hilly Holbrook
Mike Vogel … Johnny Foote
Allison Janney … Charlotte Phelan
Sissy Spacek … Missus Walters
Jessica Chastain … Celia Foote
Um… The Help employs my two favorite live action Gwen Stacy’s. Both red heads, who are forced to dye their hair blond. Brilliant. Okay, so supposedly Emma Stone’s natural hair color is blond, but until she tries to win an Oscar (meaning showing her bush on screen) or replies to one of my thirteen dozen love letter, I cannot confirm this.
What’s Good About It?
I hope Emma Stone talks to the camera and continues to show the world what Lindsay Lohan could have been if she hadn’t discovered cocaine.
What’s Bad About It?
Mississippi has too many duplicate letters.
Our Clever Prediction
Medium box office. Stone is on her way, but doesn’t have huge drawing power yet. This is yet another stepping stone on her way to the top, and if Spider-Man makes mondo bucks, which it will, then she may be a bonafide star.
I’d bonafide her. That made sense, you just have to think less.