The Lincoln Southerner

This movie kinda reminded me of my father, or at least his image of himself. I guess that’s why I watched it. Here you have the Unambiguously Heroic Hero, who’s loving and tough, and the joker brothers, who are vicious and weak, you know. (I guess there’s also a girl! Gotta prove you’re straight, so you can crush her later!). And, I don’t know; that’s pretty much it. The Hero’s humanness/limitations are kinda projected out into the brothers, who are weak and vicious. I guess in a way it shows that, even in the Days of White Men, (gee wilickers a Southern cowboy!), there were dubious examples of manhood, but really I guess you’re supposed to walk away and say, Back then, there was a Hero, you know—and in a way…. Weren’t we all heroes?