Exploring the underbelly and outliers

You know what I’d like to do? I’ll tell you what I’d like to do. I’d like to host a redneck film festival. Maybe not this year, what with all the awfulness surrounding disenfranchised white folks, or at least white folks who feel disenfranchised even though they can afford a pretty sweet Dodge Challenger to use as an assault vehicle. But someday.

Winter’s Bone would be in there. And Deliverance, naturally. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, perhaps. Oh, and The Big Country, for that great performance from Burl Ives. And for the midnight show, we might screen this week’s 68 Kill, just for laffs. Dunno about Logan Lucky, though. Scott was...unimpressed.

But rednecks aren’t the only exotic subculture to be found onscreen this week. You’ve got French midwives, Chilean poets, Japanese artists, and frum Fathers, and those are just the new releases. (Some fun stuff getting hauled out of storage this week, including Unforgiven tonight at Cinepolis.)

Sadly, it’s not all strange little corners of the universe. There’s a standard issue buddy comedy and botched coming of age story out there, too.