DISCLAIMER: This is not a series dedicated to proving men shouldn't cry, or to suggest ONLY women cry and are therefore inferior. The goal of this series is to dispel the pre-established (yet flawed) notion that being "manly" and being disconnected from your emotions go hand-in-hand. Even the most macho of men enjoy and even shed a tear at films, and the sooner we can admit that the sooner the concept that one sex is better than the other can go away. While the approach to these articles is one of light-hearted comedy, the emotional core is valid. While men might be more hesitant to admit it, movies often times have the potential to make us cry, for example:
"White Guilt Movies"
This Monday is Martin Luther King Day, which other than getting a day off of work for most people, means that we take a moment and think about one of the most influential voices in the USA's march towards Black/White race equality. Some will feel proud about how far we've come, others feel angry that we're repeating the same mistakes with Muslims and gender issues, and still others will feel guilty that our past selves (some still living) could have ever been so racist. This guilt has led to the romanticism and promotion of the positive influences, fiction or non. Those who fought racism in years past are portrayed as the heroes they were, and modern fighters against lingering hatred are spotlighted. Sometimes fictional heroes must be created to alleviate the fear that not enough fought for what was right, but still these make for dramatic excellent films. We may not all have hatred in our family trees, but that doesn't mean we can't come together to enjoy films about those who took a stand against hatred, just like the good doctor. Here's a pick of 5:
1. The Help
This movie is fantastically entertaining, but also tough to watch at times. Not because of any failure in the filmmaking department, but because it reminds us of how NOT hating someone because of the color of their skin could lead to being ostracized from your community. Emma "Should be my girlfriend" Stone plays a writer who publishes a book comprised of the stories of black maids that cook, clean, and raise the children of wealthy white families. They might not be slaves but their poor treatment, low wages, and second-class citizenry doesn't put them very far off from being property. Luckily there are magic white people (as I call them) who have modern sensibilities about equality, and put their more regressive peers in their place with a few well-timed barbs and comeuppance. Reality wasn't necessarily that satisfying, but this is Hollywood.
The racism is difficult to face due to how much of it rings as historically accurate, but what really has a chance at getting a guy to shed a tear is how these rich white folks also treat their children as property, or really as some form of decoration. On a maid's day off, a child was left in a soiled diaper far too long and got a rash. And the staggering thing is that the maid still gets blamed for it. Still, fun movie.