I was prepared to really hate this movie. But I didn’t. I was ready to leave the theater with a big, cornbread-flavored chip on my shoulder, huffing about unfair representations of white Southerners. Instead, I left a little homesick. I was prepared to be saddened by what I was sure would be a blight on the good name of the Dukes of Hazzard County. Instead, I found myself once again marveling at the Hemi-charged flight of the General Lee. Perhaps it’s because my expectations were so low that I was able to enjoy this movie, but I think it was...