Review: Bloodworth
Set in rural Tennessee, Kris Kristofferson stars as grizzled second-rate country musician (or at least never a mainstream success) E.F. Bloodworth, who up and left his wife (Frances Conroy) and kids some 40 years ago. Now after a mild stroke, he sends word that he’s coming back after all these years to make peace (with himself perhaps?), which brings up old wounds, resentment and anger in his sons, especially eldest son Brady (W. Earl Brown), who is paranoid and claims to be able to put curses on people. Val Kilmer is Warren, a hard-drinkin’ and whorin’ sort who is not often sober and completely irresponsible. Dwight Yoakam plays the frequently hostile Boyd, whose teen son Fleming (Reece Thompson), is an aspiring writer and perhaps the only redeemable male member of the family. He’s also the only member of the family who seems to have any time for E.F. Meanwhile, Yoakam spends much of the film looking for Fleming’s floozy mother, who has apparently left Yoakam for another man. Sheila