I love a good movie. I love escaping from my reality for a couple of hours and experiencing another reality. When I was growing up we didn’t watch many movies…not because my parents were against them…they just weren’t into them. The only movies I really got to see were the made-for-TV movies which back in the 70s were mostly lame. I vividly remember the first movie I saw in the tiny local theater in our small town. I was six or seven when we went to see The Apple Dumpling Gang. I think we went mostly because my parents were big fans of Don Knotts. Then, two years later “Star Wars” was released, and I BEGGED and PLEADED to go see it, because every kid in school was raving about it. It took a good bit of convincing, but eventually my dad gave in, and we went to see it at the same tiny, old, somewhat dilapidated hometown theater.
It was a watershed moment for me. The movie both entertained me and scared me a little. The Cantina scene where the creature gets his arm cut off freaked me out a bit, but it was the movie that made me the movie lover I am today. I was awed by it. I drew pictures of the scenes and fantasized that I was Princess Leia for months afterwards. Now, in a kid’s world that is testimony that the filmmaker did his job well.
Fast forward some thirty-odd years later and I would definitely call myself a movie buff…maybe not on the level of some, but a buff nonetheless. I love a good story. I love how everything looks larger than life on the big screen, and I love it when the actors are spot-on with their acting and make you actually believe they are that character.
Last night I saw the movie “The Help” . I hadn’t heard of the book or the movie until just a few months ago when the previews started playing in theaters. I found the storyline and setting (Mississippi in the early sixties) intriguing. I wanted to see the movie but not until after I’d read the book. So, a couple of weeks ago I downloaded the book on my Kindle and started reading.
This is a rare observation, but honestly, in this case the movie was better than the book. I think what made it better is because the film was so wonderfully casted and acted. There are so many great actors in this film, and the film truly did a wonderful job of relaying what it felt like to be white and black in the Deep South in the 60s. Of course, the main story is about the discrimination/oppression African-American maids experienced during this time period, but it also balanced that by showing that some employers treated their maids like family. One featured story is about about how a maid’s employer bought two acres of land just so his maid could have an easier walk to/ from work. He’d bought the two acres after the previous landowner had threatened this maid with beating/imprisonment for using this land as a short cut.
There is even a CNBC element to it. *SPOILER ALERT* One of the maids helps her employer through a traumatic miscarriage and also becomes her confidant. She had had multiple miscarriages but had never told her husband about any of them for fear he would leave her. *END SPOILER ALERT*
Speaking of CNBC elements. This preview that played prior to “The Help” caught my attention:
Anyway, sometimes a good movie is a good escape, especially when you’ve been thinking too much about life’s problems (a constant problem for me). Sometimes a good movie will inspire you make changes in your life, but sometimes it’s just fun to watch a good movie for whatever reason!