Fried Green Tomaotoes (1991)

There are many tales of friendship floating among the film strata yet none reach as deep as Fried Green Tomatoes. Filled with emotion and portraying the sense of struggle progressive woman face, whether it is in the 1930s South or semi-contemporary America, the dedication displayed within these pioneers of racial and sexual equality is a story meant to be told over and over again.

Beginning with the tale of an unhappy housewife who allows her neglectful husband to ignore her and society to belittle her, our female protagonist encounters an elderly woman in a nursing home during a visit to her lover’s in-law. What began as a simple exchange between two strangers quickly blossoms into a full swung friendship as the drifting spirits find in each other kindred hearts; with the story alternating between our heroine’s attempts to win over her husband from sloth and between the times and tribulations of the post-WW1 Southern bells as they fight for who they wish to be free from prejudice, the tale is one of loss and renewal.

I could go into great detail concerning the plot, of the classic story of a dignified southern gal and a rough-neck tomboy bringing out the best in each other, yet I believe if I did so then this simple entry would balloon into a massive rant. For this I will have to be instead content with saying this is a cinematic masterpiece.

No mistakes are made: whether it is the soundtrack, direction, acting, or web of intrigue the entire experience is well crafted. There are moments of sorrow, hope, anger, and mystery all mixed in with more potential for analysis than I can shake a detective at.

The thread here is a mature one meant for individuals who enjoy a statement. The history of this movie spans feminism, racism, marriage commitments, and even sexuality and the true meaning of family. For those with a penchant for such yearns I can promise that sinking the time investment here will not be a mistake.

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