True enough, but that was the case going back centuries. Elizabethan poets called country folk “clowns” in their plays, and made fun of their poor command of the languages spoken in England at that time, Latin, Norman French, the hybrid that came to be known as English, and so it went on down to Ma and Pa Kettle, the Beverly Hillbillies and Green Acres, not to mention Pete’s Dragon.
This documentary, however, is not like that. It has authentic people speaking the dialects of Kentucky and West Virginia, reformed junkies, a seasoned sheriff, living their lives, telling about what drugs did to them and their families, and what it meant to get free of it, friends and family who are still hooked or even died in that life.
The hoity toities will always look down on the poor and the rural folks, basically because they are stupid, and being prejudiced against blacks is now out, so they have to direct their malice somewhere else.
But this fellow is doing what he can to battle that prejudice with truth. He’s done a whole series of documentaries along this line. Recently saw a really good feature film, Where the Crawdad Sings, which showed the prejudice of well off town folk in South Carolina against a poor girl living in the marshes. Really well done murder mystery.
Documentary sounds wonderful.