Are you in the mood for a whacked-out southern gothic Tennessee blues ditty love story redemption fable? I got just the picture for you. Black Snake Moan (Paramount, 2007,$29.99, 115 minutes) features Samuel L. Jackson as a farmer/ex-electric blues man who finds a bashed up Christina Ricci on the side of the road clad in only a tattered t-shirt and her skimpy undies and decides to nurse her back to health while vanquishing her inherent wantonness with a neat combo of good food, bible reading, blues songs, and chaining her to his radiator. All this, and Justin Timberlake as a soldier boy with a bad case of the shakes and l-u-v in his heart for the little gal who can’t keep her pants on. Writer/director Craig Brewer made quite a splash with his down home Southern hip-hop tale, Hustle and Flow, and his second offering is such a truly strange hybrid (a feel good, Grade A exploitation film) that marks his next effort as a surefire must see. Of course, if you’re like me, you’ll watch this one poised between laughter, disbelief, and a kinda head shaking admiration.
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