Now for the first time in my life I didn't feel that way. I just came back home from a family movies night out. We went to go see The Help. This movie was absolutely amazing. There's a perfect balance of seriousness and humor and at the end I was delighted to find people were clapping when the credits started rolling - the opposite of my usual reaction to cinema-clappers.The 146 minute movie tells the story of an ambitious writer in a small southern town in the 1960s. Unlike everybody else she wants to get the other side of the story: The side of the African-American maids. To get this story published in a novel she needs the help, the African-American maids, to help her.
Although most of the plot events made me rather embarrassed of the humans alive on this planet before I was, it also truly made me realize one person does have the power to make a difference. I have no idea what exactly, but the two hours in that cinema just did something to me. It's a strange feeling. One I haven't experienced very often, if ever, before in my life.
Two last things before I make my way to my bed:
1. Emma Stone is deserves a place in my top three favorite actresses and 2. Someday I will say: "Get your raggedy ass of my porch!" - Just because it sounds so 1960s badass.



