Feminism in black

When I watched this movie, I kept nodding, yes, this was the scene at the time. This is a film that looks at this period of history from a female perspective. In the current patriarchal context, the protagonist of each historical evolution is a man, coupled with the earth-shattering changes of the times, "we are working hard." When the revolutionaries shouted "No!", what we saw was the result. But this is not the case in the female world. She is like flowing water hitting a rock, slow and melancholy. The true history is just like this, and life is just like this.
This is a feminist film above all. What surprised me is that I have seen so many female authors with film reviews, but they have not seen this point. It is not only blacks who are oppressed in the movie, but also whites.
White men oppress white women, white women oppress black men, and black men oppress black women. Black women are the real persecutors. They use all their love to raise a white child.
When white women have abortions for men; when white women go out to work and are discriminated against; when white women are comforted by so-called family meetings, they vent all kinds of grievances and loneliness on black women. This is a conversation between two victims, both of them bruised and bruised. The highlight of the film is that the bus suddenly stopped, and the black people ran to their homes for their lives. They were terrified. I can feel this feeling. In my memory, one day in 1989, the radio said that the city entered a state of martial law. No one would go out and there should be no gatherings of more than three people. Anyone who violates it will be responsible for the consequences. . I was very young and it was early summer, but I felt very cold and deeply felt that no one could protect myself. My father turned off the light and listened to the radio secretly, telling me to go to bed. The whole city is silent. In the following days, various things that were later regarded as anecdotes happened. People who ride bicycles to work will be scared off the street when they see the traffic police's sudden gestures; classmates living on Chang'an Street will show off the bullets dug out of the wall; married people will not take it. It was announced that no firecrackers were set off.
At the end, the movie did not show me the ups and downs of the thunderbolt, but a black woman was crushed by the cold reality again. We all know the final outcome of this story: truth finally defeated ignorance and low self-esteem. The ending of the story that happened to us now seems to be doomed, but you and I never seem to see it. And life tells us that it is a long, long time later.

View more about The Help reviews