The honesty in the movie is brilliant -
I grew up in Louisiana, with kin from south Florida. My father was a white kind hearted 'redneck' living in and around the swamp most of his life,before being sent to Vietnam. My mother was an African American woman from Texas, they were together for over 36 years.
People like this really do exist, they are real, colorful with interesting past and back stories. I went to see my grandpa one time, the scene with all the women and children......it was spot on,...except they were not naked. I had the best time,those few days will be with me for the rest of my life.
I think white America has a heard time acknowledging its many colorful demographics, and thats fine, but ya miss'in out big time. You haven't lived until you sip sweet tea laced with moonshine on a porch, looking at the hot Florida sun dip into the horizon,relaxing, while a man with many lives,tells you the tales of his youth,gory bits and all.
I love America and all its flavors -