You have to rent this great, award-winning documentary (Or buy it). We watched it last night courtesy of Netflix. Maybe it resonates more with us gay folks who come from the Bible Belt and small-town America, but even city slickers will get into it. You think it's brave to be out of the closet in a big city? These rural gays from Mississippi are really the brave ones.
The documentary depicts several small-town bars and the lives of their patrons. One bar -- the Crossroads -- seemed like a wild, dangerous, and almost other-worldly wonderland snuggled away in the woods.
Now that Jesse Helms has thankfully departed this Earth, the Reverend Fred Phelps takes his place as psycho-gay hater du jour. At least no one's electing Phelps to public office...yet.
Don't forget the bonus features. You're treated to the film's producer Kevin Smith (my new hero) explaining why he's not really a bi-curious bear (Mmm hmmm) and what he would do if he were allowed a one-time pass at being gay without being labeled. Look for Kevin on your next trip to the Faultline, my bear mates. Oh, and the film's director is an uber-bear. I could feel my "husband's" temperature rise when he came on the screen.
Enjoy.
