Searching for the Wrong Eyed Jesus
I finally got around to watching this film, which has been on my list of films to watch for a few years now. As an admirer of Jim Whites delicate take on Southern Gothic and fascinated with the south of Flannery O’Connor and Harry Crews this road movie through the marginalized heart of the south looked like something I would surely enjoy. ....Harry Crews talks about when the Sears Roebuck catalogues would arrive, full of models who were ‘perfect’ and lacked the scars and deformities that marked all his family and neighbours. And so they would make up stories, linking the models through family ties and feuds and making a world for them that was like their own world. Our understanding of the world and what lies beyond it is always coloured by our own identity and experience. ....
This is also true in churches where the immanence of the rapture when god will come to claim what is his. You have to get away from the flesh to hear the spirit. But although the spirit may rule on a Sunday morning that don’t mean that the flesh don’t have it’s way on a Saturday night.....
Riding through mobile home parks, diners, roadside bars, clapboard churches, car graveyards and prisons, this is a hypnotic film full of great music and a real atmosphere of what I take to be the ‘South’.
Now it moves on to the list of films that I want to watch again.....
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