Here we have one hour and twenty-two minutes of political grandstanding against a part of American history. The filmmaker finds a rarity in the world of mushing and chooses to exploit it to fit her own personal narrative and distaste for something she has (clearly) little to no knowledge. She attempts to paint an entire subsection of our population with one broad stroke from the same brush. And she failed miserably at it.
To the viewer: don't waste your time with this. You'd actually be better off with reruns of "The Big Bang Theory,"
To the filmmaker: Stick to plants, Fern, because this film is one dog definitely deserved to be put down.
