The Help

★★☆☆☆
The Help

Much has been made of the tendency of feel-good end-of-summer film The Help to, ahem, whitewash the horrors of Southern segregation. Though it purports to tell the story of black maids in Mississippi in the era just prior to the boom of the Civil Rights movement, the central character somehow remains the indignant white woman (Emma Stone) who the film seems to believe should be celebrated just because she is not a horrible racist (the audience can pat itself on the back, too). A scene late in the film where the black maids detail her virtues is unnerving, as there’s no sense that the film feels any guilt in putting its characters in the role of the magical negro. As the movie tells the story of these women who are put upon and treated as less than human by their employers, its focus tends to remain on the cry from the classy white women for separate (but equal!) toilets for their maids, and the way the maids are pulled in multiple directions or generally considered inferior. Any indicators of the true depravity of the time are left off-screen: though multiple killings are mentioned, they are only spoken about. The closest the movie comes to addressing the true nature of what Jackson would be like to live in during that period comes when a black woman is arrested without any given reason and beaten with a police baton – we only witness the officer raising his arm.

But again, this has been covered already. Plus, I do wonder slightly whether I would have been as concerned with those sorts of goings on if I hadn’t been predisposed to feel that way (for the record, I’ve determined that the answer to that question is yes). Still, perhaps more offensive than its gutless depiction of the Mississippi of more than a half century ago are the choppy editing and poor handling of the multiple layers of story. It’s a sob story which wrenches tears out of its viewers with music cues alone, denying the story the ability to build to the crescendos that were possible. A powerful performance by Viola Davis stands at the center, saving the film from being altogether forgettable; but even with that caveat in mind, the moment which had the potential for the greatest weight (when Davis’ character describes what happened to her son) is ruined by a lack of follow-through on the part of the film as a whole. What I mean is that I can tell you, say, that my parents died in a skiing accident, and this will no doubt be shocking. But without knowing my parents, without having some sense of who they were as people, there’s no emotional attachment there for you.

Of course, that’s where Davis’ passionate retelling of the tale comes into play, but there’s only so much that can be accomplished when telling such a story from whole cloth. This is now the place where music cues take over and I want to be very clear here: I am not saying that the use of music to enhance the resonance of a scene is wrong. However, when you are cognizant of the scene’s weakness otherwise, the accompanying score feels inappropriate. Think of a television show that you find very funny. If it has a laugh track (or a recorded audience response), you may often not notice it or even appreciate its inclusion because it aids in focusing the scene. But now think of a television comedy that you can’t stand, which you don’t find funny in the least, and the laughter of the audience feels suddenly irksome. It’s the same principle between the shows, but because you’ve found less admirable in the latter, you begin to note discord.

With that said, let me note some discord. The most striking instance, for me, involved a character named Celia (Jessica Chastain, Take Shelter) who harbors a horrific secret that she’s been covering up (wink wink) from her husband, only allowing the truth to be revealed to her maid. Sources tell me that this subplot was given much more weight in the book that the film was based on, but the movie does absolutely nothing with it. The particulars surrounding this C- or D-story are only put at center stage for one moment, one that expects the viewer to feel extreme sympathy for Celia without selling us on her plight. In a similar fashion, our heroine Skeeter (Stone) has a superfluous relationship with an extraneous gentleman who may or may not have a drinking problem. The film has no idea how to handle their relationship, utterly fails to convince the viewer that there’s any substance to it, and lets the whole thing trail off from there. Finally, there’s an incident alluded to multiple times throughout the movie, something which caused Skeeter’s maid Constantine to leave suddenly. When the full story of the incident is ultimately revealed, it is staged with such a bizarre lack of intensity so as to be entirely unmoving. Skeeter’s mother later begs her daughter’s forgiveness for being racist, and this too comes across as arbitrary and out of step with the reality of the situation.

Davis indeed takes the lead, though; the only truly powerful scene in the film involves a tearful conversation between herself and a small child, and a significant portion of that poignancy may be credited to the fact that crying children pull at your heartstrings as a rule. In addition, it comes back to what I was saying earlier: over the course of the film, we have gotten to know Abilene (Davis) and the toddler she cares for by seeing them interacting in multiple scenes. When their moment of sadness arrives, it maintains its strength because of the gradual build-up to that moment. This, and a similar capping moment wherein Celia responds to her maid’s generosity, stand better under criticism because they are a seemingly natural progression from the movement of the plot beforehand. I find this much more interesting than the sudden, jerky will-they/won’t-they question of whether Skeeter will be able to complete her memoir collection in time for publishing.

There aren’t many reasons to recommend The Help. I could say that the parts are greater than the whole, but that’s only partially true. The parts are generally just as aimless as the whole. But those parts which are better are much better. It’s a bad movie made bearable by infrequent flashes of sincerity.

3 Responses to “The Help”

  1. Chris Meier says:

    So it’s apparent what you thought of Davis, and I agree (I still say I would have loved to see her act in a scene with the late Lynne Thigpen). What did you think of Octavia Spencer? I’m assuming your review’s omission of her implies her mostly comedic performance didn’t really do anything for you. Me, I thought it was definitely a star-making turn but that there is still much growing to be done.

    For that matter, follow-up: What are your thoughts on Bryce Dallas Howard as the antagonist?

    • Josh Glasgow says:

      You’re right. It was difficult for me to see much value in the comedic elements of the film. I didn’t really go into it here, but they often had the tendency of undermining the seriousness; the pie, of course, is a good example, but Minny’s back-and-forth decision to help Skeeter out is the same – it’s a brave decision to make, but whatever bravery is there is shooed out of the way for laughs. Since Spencer’s role in the film failed to impress me (and was at times baffling), it was similarly hard for me to appreciate her performance. Many others did, so I’m certainly open to re-evaluating that position, but from what I remember her few emotional moments were drawn rather broadly.

      As for Howard, her character was sketched as a full caricature. It’s hard to determine the skill of the performance since the character is so far removed from the rest of the film. She commits to it, I suppose, and in that sense I say job well done, but there’s nothing which particularly excited me about the character.

      Neither actress was a detriment to the film, they simply did not impress me to the level that Davis managed to. My concerns regarding both of these actresses are not regarding their acting chops, but instead with the way that they were used in the film. I don’t think that Spencer or Howard were given enough to do to make me point to them as examples of the movie at its best.

  2. Ina says:

    I wondered why I did not laugh when the audience laughed. Most of it was not funny and even though I liked the film, I came out feeling something was lacking. Your review helped me understand my feelings or lack of.

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