If you really want to know a person, look like he/she treats their superiors. It's not an art to keep up appearances among people your own class and status, but when it comes to treating your employees, nannies, and servants your true nature tends to outshine the carefully designed package of good behavior. What if a small town happened to give all the discriminated and mistreated women their voice? What stories would they tell about their well-off bosses? Isn't the mistreatment of people a deeper problem stemming from personal failures and low self-esteem? And is the life of a suburban housewife sad in its simple mundane tasks, surrounded by loveless husbands, demanding children, envious neighbors, and worthy our pity? The Help.
In the jungle of Kongo there was once a boy left to die in loneliness, abandoned by his parents, deprived of the chances of his birth. In the jungle of Kongo, there was once a boy who was saved by the wildest of the wild, creatures who obeyed rules few of us could comprehend. In the jungle of Kongo, there was a man who once again received the access to his lost inheritance of civilization. When one species wanted to dominate over the other, when the man tried to rule over animals for centuries, when the white man wanted to abuse the black man for decades of colonization and slavery, there was one man who connected them all. This film shows us how cruel we can be as people, how greed destroys values and equality, and how cooperation can save more than one life. Whatever race we are, whatever country we come from, we are just a piece of the puzzle of one big organism. Totally amazing, The Legend of Tarzan.

