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The Help
(2011)
    
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Director:
Tate Taylor |
COUNTRY
USA |
GENRE
Drama |
NORWEGIAN TITLE
Barnepiken |
RUNNING
TIME
146
minutes |
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Producer:
Chris Columbus
Michael Barnathan
Brunson Green |
Screenwriter (based on the novel by Kathryn Stockett):
Tate Taylor |
Review
I have to divide my review of The
Help, a highly effective, award-winning sentimental drama about
loving black maids and their oppressive female employers in the American
south during the Civil Rights era of the 1960s, into two parts. On the
one side, this is a truly moving and well-told account about people
whose stories should be heard (I haven't read the book upon which the
film is based, and neither have I any relevant firsthand knowledge, so I
cannot assess the validity of said stories). There is doubtlessly many
universal truths in this portrait, and the time and place in question
(Jackson, Mississippi) is so vividly and engagingly brought back to life
that we feel we're practically living these people's lives.
Writer/director Tate Taylor, himself a native of Jackson, Mississippi,
demonstrates not only his close affiliation with the subject matter, but
also that he is a masterful and cunning storyteller.
On the other hand, Taylor has no shame
in playing to our emotions through simplified characterizations and
stereotypes. He combines his intelligent scrutiny on serious, relevant
issues with cheap, TV-style melodramatic effects such as one-dimensional
good/bad guys and a blatant omission of potentially more complex
discussions. In the role of the main antagonist, for example, Bryce
Dallas Howard seems to be afraid to confront her character's flaws
seriously, and so she makes her into a caricature
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obviously with Taylor's endorsement,
if not he would have directed her otherwise. Similarly, Howard's other
antagonistic companions are being presented as dumb, undiversified
Stepford Wives. At the other end of the scale, Emma Stone's character
Skeeter comes off more as a modern woman who has time-travelled back to
a world order she doesn't approve of rather than someone who goes
against the current out of courage. If she isn't an anachronism, then
I've probably never seen one. And as if that isn't enough, Taylor's view
of the maids is glossed and rosy-red; they seem to have more love,
goodness and pedagogic knowledge to give their oppressors' children than
any mother I've ever met seem to have had for their own. If only all
children in the world were raised by Aibileens and Minnys, there would
probably be no more war.
And so to the conclusion. To put it
simple, The Help is a good film gone bad. Or perhaps a bad film
made good. In any case, it is contrived
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something you might not notice if you're blinded by Taylor's gifts as a
storyteller (which is not something to be ashamed of; he is really
good), but which becomes quite apparent with some afterthought. No
wonder Hollywood likes this film though; it's pretty, kind-hearted and
tackles a controversial subject material which is rendered harmless by a
fitting temporal distance. Clever, but not necessarily as noble as it
might seem.
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