Oh those wacky Southerners! Who else would name a kid Peejoe or run around Hollywood with a dead husband's head in a hatbox? Sub-Mason-Dixon Line ''colorfulness'' goes with the territory in this, Antonio Banderas' directorial debut, but its awkward pairing with a somber (and, alas, simplistic) civil rights tragedy is more jarring to watch than Griffith vamping with a jet-black 'do. C


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