Like a dunce, I let the Amazon rental expire before getting a proper screencap, but that is sort of apropos for a film that didn't know how to poster or name itself, but manages to be dynamic, heartfelt and unfussy. Everything with the Logan family was lovely, as Tatum and Driver perfectly play the young gifted, cursed and waiting. Insanely stupid Seth MacFarlane subplot + Hilary Swank swamping up the pace nearly derail things in the third act, but there's still more than enough grace and thought to go around. Katherine Waterson appears like an avatar of benevolence, David Denman and Jim O'Heir add NBC heuristic depth, shorthand currencies, and the divide between West Virginia and North Carolina is its own character, in the way that New York City gets credit for spiffing up every half-cocked movie set there, but better as it illustrates the random, easy opulence on one side, the rundown allegiance of the other. Goes without saying? Starving makes you hungry. Hungry makes you brave.
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We lived a couple blocks over from Peabody Energy HQ, largest privately held coal company in the world. King Arthur met dogs owned by employees around there and it was chagrining, meeting these young folks doing the gearshifting of evil but not being evil, just being willfully ignorant, its own kind of despicable but maybe forgivable. Forgivable doesn't mean forgiven.
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