If you are anything like me, than you are willing to see pretty much anything Emma Stone is in (oh come on, just admit it, let it out, everyone knows it’s hard not to love her). So, when Tate Taylor’s race relations drama set in the early part of the 1960s, The Help, came out on Wednesday, I jumped at the chance to see it.

Based on Kathryn Stockett’s 2009 novel of the same name, The Help follows Eugena “Skeeter” Phelan (Stone), a new college graduate, in her quest to write a book from the help’s all black perspective in the very white Jackson, Mississippi during the beginning of the Civil Rights Movement.

To say the movie was cheesy, trite and predictable would be to state the obvious. Any movie-goer over the age of maybe 12 knows what to expect from this movie. Even still, the movie, although a little long, was still very much enjoyable.

Please understand, this is not any sort of award winner. At times, the actors seemed to be playing more caricatures than any real character. The movie definitely has a kind-white-woman-saves-all-black-people sort of feeling. It was also very clear where this movie was headed every step of the way. But if you’re in the mood for this kind of tear-inducing, likable movie, it sure does produce.

The relationship between the two central maids, Aibileen Clark (Viola Davis) and Minny Jackson (Octavia Spencer) created an especially meaningful dynamic. Bryce Dallas Howard’s Hilly Hollbrook was so much fun to hate. And as can be expected, Stone was as lovable as always. If none of that interests you, than perhaps Sissy Spacek’s hilarious portrayal of an aging, slightly dementia-ridden mother will do the trick.

So what else is there to say? The Help was a fitting movie for the audience and genre it was intended for. You can definitely get away with not seeing in the theaters, but if you’re in the market for a female-empowering, tear-jerker, this movie won’t disappoint.

RENT IT.