All I know for sure is that when I hear banjo music, I need to paddle faster. :)
About the movie, sadly, I think there is actually a lot of truth in it, and I base it on what I see where I live. The drug abuse here, and people living off disability is shocking. When I lived in Seattle, I knew almost nobody, my entire 46 years there, that fit into either category.
However, with that said, I use wal-mart as a contradiction to what I just said. To wit, all classes mix where I now live. We all go to Wal-mart because it’s pretty much all there is. And it is a nice place with all sorts of people.
In Seattle, Wal mart was an absolute pit. The clothing section looked like a white trash teenaged girl’s bedroom. Pretty much literally. So we never went there.
i.e. in the big city you can basically avoid the “riff-raff”. In small town America, we all mix together, regardless of class. I am in a southern gospel band that tours a LOT of small churches in a 100 mile radius. I’ve seen all kinds, and a lot of all kinds. I even played in a band with members that could have been extracted right out of that movie.
But yeah, it is focusing on the negative. There are a lot of really good people where I live. It is one of the reasons we moved here!