Love The Dourif. And as a Southerner who hates the South I'm not about to defend against the claim we're all religion crazed sex hungry deviants. Because NASCAR killed all that interesting business unfortunately. Pah.

Brad's journey as Hazel Motes was difficult to watch, and even though he was hardly likable, practically everyone he comes in contact with grows attached to him. Interesting choice of subject matter for Huston to direct, as he was very much an atheist.
I live in Ohio, but not up in the North nor very South, either. It's a few hours drive to get to Kentucky, so it amazes me all of the crazy religious folk we get around here. I still see my fair share of Confederate flags around here, and it merely compels me to want to ask them why they don't just fuck off to the South.

I'm rambling now, but Brad Dourif and Dick Cavett are my fantasy men. When it all comes down to it, I love 'em delicate, quirky, and intellectual.

I hear you on delicate, quirky, and intellectual. I think that's why I like Robby Benson and his modern day heir Emile Hirsch so much.

Oh Lord, I love Robby Benson. MST3K needed to make fun of more Benson films, as it was a delight just to watch him in City Limits. And speaking of Emile, I still gotta see Milk. Our local artfag theater ran it for a month, but now they're showing The Wrestler; I have no interest at all in modern Mickey Rourke (it's the '80s or nothing).