This movie was a caricaturish, hipsterized vision of the South. Alana called it “if Williamsburg had a white-trash theme party.” There were approximately three minutes of film where Christina Ricci wasn’t writhing on all fours. Samuel L. Jackson isn’t much of an actor when he isn’t being type-cast as the angry swearing dude. The only highlight was the appearance of R.L. Burnside’s band. In fact, with the exception of a Burnside song even the Soundtrack features mainly white-washed faux blues.
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This is a blog about adventures in design, and sometimes other crap. My name is Beth Dean and I’m a web designer from Cleveland Ohio. I work for Progressive Insurance as a UX Developer.
I mostly talk about tattoos, my dogs, music, movies, and web design. I recommend digging around the archives.