The Southern Man (1998) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
On the
surface, this is just a zero budget indie about a guy who kidnaps a kid
and demands an enormous ransom from the kid's rich grandfather.
But beneath the surface, it is much more. As you listen to the dialogue and analyze the various plot developments, you see that it is an attempt to extend the literary tradition of Southern Gothic Melodrama into the present. It's like a living, breathing long-lost work of Tennessee Williams. There are the grandiloquent patriarchs, the deeply concealed secrets, the precocious youngsters, the hootch, the sexual confusion, the rich people who live in mansions and the poor folks who abide in trailer parks, all of them hiding their passion and guarding their code of honor and their family's good name - everything you need for your own Burl Ives movie. The kidnapper, you see, isn't really very interested in the child or the ransom. He's more interested in using the curiosity of the child's mother to spur her to research the circumstances that made the kidnapper so hostile to the family patriarch, who is the child's grandfather. |
Well, wouldn't you know it, but the child's mother finds that she has a long-lost brother who was thrown out of the family by the grandpappy, because ol' grandpaw found him in a compromising position with a lad who was known to be of the homosexual persuasion. That banishment wasn't nearly as severe as what ol' rich grandpaw did to the Fancy Lad. He killed him and buried his bones in the backyard. |
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Hey, guess who the kidnapper is? No, not just a friend or relation of the murdered guy, but actually the missing son, come back to exact his revenge upon his "daddy". (Note to foreigners: in the North of the United States, males don't call their fathers "daddy" if they are older than six. This is a uniquely Southern affectation.) Did I mention that the guy isn't even a homosexual? What granpaw witnessed was actually an innocent moment. But perhaps ol' grandpaw couldn't face some inner truth about himself, and his own responsibility for the presumed homosexuality. | |||||
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Is that Southern Gothic enough for
you? My answer was "almost". They needed a retarded guy,
five coon dogs, and an unclaimed bastard son, as well as two poor guys
who aspire to marry the rich guy's daughter, one who loves her and one
who just wants the money, but the patriarch doesn't know which is
which because of malicious gossip.
Kidding aside, the film is raised above typical straight-to-vid level by genuine literary aspirations, and some macabre Faulkner-meets-Hitchcock atmosphere. It's not my kind of way to pass two hours, but I don't much care for those decadent southern talkfests, and even Tennessee Williams kind of grates on my nerves. If it is your kind of entertainment, it isn't bad. |
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