For the most part this is a pleasant little documentary about a couple of small bars in rural Mississippi that cater to gay, lesbian and ally crowds. Though it isn’t earth-shaking stuff, it’s at least nice to have a reminder that not everyone in the isolated corners of the country conforms to redneck stereotypes. Sadly, right in the middle of the movie the filmmakers drop in a mess of footage of Fred Phelps. So even in a documentary that has nothing to do with the Westboro vermin, we still have to look at them. That alone knocked the picture’s rating down a level. See if desperate
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Review – Small Town Gay Bar
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