The Help

It has been long I have written about my contemplations and those thoughts tumbling in my head. The storm of emotions and cluttered mind keeps piling up, leading to turbulence deep inside and they sometimes don't make sense. 

I happened to watch this movie, The Help few days back. It is a great adaption of the best selling novels. I don't know sometimes I cant get over a movie. It is dark and grim. I could glean vicarious agony and despair. But my blog is all I have to vent out my feelings, pour my heart out and empty my mind! 

Emma Stone (Skeeter Phelan) is charming throughout the movie and binds all the characters together but the role of the protagonists is played by the maids who are real fighters amidst starving wannabes, high class glam dolls and social queens. Skeeter goes on her quest to write a collection of anecdotes about The HELP (about the African-American maids). A powerful movie based on racism. 

I strongly loathe people who think too high of themselves and let others down. A person is known by the way he treats his inferiors. People can be so uncouth, you pamper your girlfriend and at the same time snap at your driver or lash out at a waiter. It is agonizing and leaves me in distress.

Racism is vile, despicable and cruel. The characters will grip you with their intense drama. The magnitude of the movie is deep and rings through you even when it is over. In India, we are highly dependent on domestic help. Have you ever thought about them? You know, they say charity begins at home. 

I did tear up a little bit. It will get any sane person introspective and retrospective. I hope my vehement writing and emotions will make you watch this flick. I highly recommend this movie. It might not be everybody's type. It might not appeal to anyone. But look for the moments that are priceless and wallow in those moments which will sink in you.  

Read these beautiful and heart-touching dialogues from the movie: 

"You is Kind. You is Smart. You is Important."

“I have never met a woman that says exactly what she is thinking"

"Your eggs are dying. Would it kill you to go on a date?"

"No one had even asked me, what it felt like to be me. Once I told the truth about that, I felt free"