RE: RE: Junebug...or not

Then you are oblivious of the appeal of (us) Carolina boys.

Hah! Nice try. As one wag put it on IMDB, he was probably the first straight male who walked into the gallery.

You're obviously unaware of the story of the late James Harold Jennings, a real-life artist based in Pinnacle, NC that is now world-renowned in the art world.

Obviously. This further demonstrates that world-renown in the art world still equates to general obscurity in the real world. I guess Jennings never went in for the shopping mall art crowd like his fellow North Carolinians, Bob Timberlake and Thomas Kincaid. Of course, if Jennings' art was as pointlessly pornographic and violent and as badly executed as that of the artist in the film, obscurity would be inevitable, wouldn't it?

The film wasn't shot for you, Steve. It was shot for those who don't live where you (and I) live.

Then I expect they were disappointed to find out they could have walked down the block to visit a neighbor and saved themselves the price of admission to the movie theater.

In general, I loathe films, like this one, that I would categorize as "chick flicks." I watch movies for their escapist value. Real life is going on all around me and I don't need to experience it vicariously through the lens of a camera. Watching an extended examination of personal interplay and emotion is precisely as exciting for me as watching paint dry. In the case of Junebug, the complete absence of anything resembling a self-sufficient plot made paint drying seem like an adventure.

To each his own, I guess.