Review of "The Help"

I went to the movie with high expectations since others told us how much they enjoyed it.  I should have known something was up when we arrived and there were 50 women waiting in line for tickets.  Okay, there were a couple of us brave males there as well, but women constituted 97 percent of the audience.  I learned something interesting from this experience, though.  That is that when women go to the movies with other women, they flood the concessions stand.  I am serious.  I have never seen anything like it.  I think they all bought drinks, popcorn, and candy.  With their husbands at home snacking and watching the Cowboys on MNF, they were making an evening out of it.  The movie was okay, above average.  I will give it 2 1/2 enchiladas.  The movie opens a window for the viewer to answer the question asked of Jesus, "and who is my neighbor?"    Since this is a food blog, I better comment on the food.  I thought the fried chicken looked delicious and the chocolate pie was well presented, but I am glad the recipe is not in our church cookbook.  I planted an Easter Egg here to give you a recommendation for a movie that I thought did a great job with the theme of race relations and friendship.

Addendum on September 29:   After persistent rejection of my opinion and threats to my person by my sister (Laura M.), teachers at St. Paul (Pam W.) and church ladies (especially Judy N.), I am revising my rating of this movie.  It was very good, worthy of 3 1/2 enchiladas on a 5-enchilada scale.  In fact, the movie was so good that if I did not have a sermon to write, or a Bible Study to prepare, or a Brewer playoff game to watch, or a Wisconsin football game to watch, and if the electricity happened to go out at my house and I could not find any candles to read by, I'd consider going to see it again on Saturday...............not.