By the time White gets around to condescending remarks... the film has become a sort of BBC "Hee Haw," meant to reassure Brits and New Yorkers that the South is indeed a land of pistol-toting, Jesus-praising gap-toothed freaks.
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A lovely, faintly sinister travelogue.
Christian Science Monitor by David Sterritt
A travelogue unlike any other.
New York Daily News by Elizabeth Weitzman
A movie about identity that can't quite pinpoint its own, Andrew Douglas' road-trip documentary about the Deep South does eventually meander toward audience enlightenment.
The Hollywood Reporter by Frank Scheck
Ultimately fails to illuminate its subject, though it does offer some evocative moments and terrific music along the way.
Florida-born folksinger Jim White serves as guide on this musical tour of the rural South, conceptualized less as a state of mind than as an atmosphere.
White's take on southern life is no more "real" than the stereotypes he's trying to disrupt, just cooler.
Tiresome, trite and choked with every lousy Dixie-fried stereotype imaginable.
The New York Times by Stephen Holden
Occasionally, this richly lyrical movie passes over the line separating sympathetic exploration from freak-show condescension.