This southern Gothic wannabe was adapted from an original novel, but it's hopelessly derivative. I haven't read the book, but boy did I watch the movie. It's so filled with clichés and stereotypes, at times it played like a "Airplane" style comedy. It takes place in a town called Innocence. How ironic! I especially enjoyed hearing the actors slip in and out of their bogus, Honey Chile southern accents. There are also several prized clichés- talk about runnin' barefoot, eatin' craw fish, chasin' fireflies, huntin' possum, guttin' trout, and of course, deep dark family secrets. All that was missing was a trailer park with a tire hanging from a rope tied to a tree. The story involves a world-famous violinist from Innocence who returns back home to her late grandmammy's place after experiencing romantic disappointment. She soon catches the eye of the town's hunky womanizer, a rich guy named Tucker, who looks more like an Abercrombie & Fitch model than the scion of wealthy southern gentry. Well, shuck my corn! Of course, she and Tucker fall in love. Problem is, the friendly neighborhood serial killer is offing various white trash ladies who were romantically linked to Tucker. So, is our fair maiden next? Will he kiss her or try to kill her? It's up to us to figure it out while we get to meet a wide array of southern stock characters amid hot sunny days and steamy humid nights. I have to admit, I enjoyed all the badness. If you keep your sense of humor high and your expectations low, you may enjoy it too.
