Bouncing back to previous decades has conditioned us to wince. We see a certain visual language and know this may be good but it “hasn’t aged well.” A crutch of movie-goer vocabulary that is, more than often, impossible to challenge.
Each time I began to roll my eyes, the dialogue yanked them back around. It feels like it could do that for any number of people who stumble into this beast. I saw that “Black Seminole Museum” sign and thought…
