I remember watching and wondering what the raves were about. I hardly remember anything about that movie except Holly Hunter's annoying accent. I will never sit through it again.

A movie that has a screaming harridan with a fake hick accent so frantic to have her own child that she makes her husband kidnap one will not be watched by my eyes. In solidarity with adopted kids everywhere. And because I can't stand Nicholas Cage.

Thank God you hate that movie too. I thought for sure I'd be accused of un-American, anti-Coen didactic humor and a Plebian of the highest order. I didn't get that film. I didn't like that film. And would someone please introduce Nicolas Cage to a Adam's Apple reduction surgery already? That thing is the size of New York. One of these day he's going to put someone's eye out with that thing. And you just know he has Fig Newton breath.

This wasn't a documentary, the characters were caricatures. Watch as a tale of good and evil and how we get that way. The Mormon reference/joke at the end is hilarious in this light.

This wasn't a documentary

Did I appear confused on that point? Because I assure you, I was not.

the characters were caricatures

That's my complaint right there--so I guess you do have some reading comprehension after all. Excellent.

Watch as a tale of good and evil and how we get that way.

It sure is a good thing the Coen brothers showed up to explain good and evil to the world, because up until them no writer had attempted to wrestle with those themes EVER.

The Mormon reference/joke at the end is hilarious in this light.

I am sure, as an ex-Mormon who nonetheless retains a smidgen of respect for the well-meaning practitioners of that religion, that I'd find it particularly hilarious. Kind of like how my Catholic boyfriend enjoyed Dogma so much.

Now find some other blogger to lecture, Mr. Hamm, 'cause it ain't gonna be me.