A Time to Kill

A Time to Kill is a supremely (pun intended) watchable movie - I've prolly seen it a billion times, including last night AND right now (though I took a break to watch A-Rod get 7, yes 7, ribs in a single inning, giving him 100 even after missing the first 6 weeks of the year and 38 games.) Maybe cause when it was made I was in Oxford, MS and a lot of it reminds me of the town (especially the Square and Jake's upstairs office, just like the office for The Oxford American when it started, where my roommate Ryan worked.) They actually tried to film it on The Square in Oxford, but the business owners freaked out so they moved it down to Canton, where we traveled to one day on our way to the Natchez Balloon race and were treated to getting to watch the scene with Kevin Spacey speaking with reporters.

It's an easy film, well done other than having to suspend belief enough so that Carl Lee Haley would get off scot-free, and does include some charismatic-to-great actors (McConaughey, Bullock, Donald Sutherland, the always awesome Charles S. Dutton, Spacey (awesome), Sam Jackson (awesome, duh), Oliver Platt (WAY awesome here), a constanatly-drenched in sweat Ashley Judd, and Keifer is an awesome racist.) It's hokey, and predictable, but an easy-breezy flick to enjoy while doing something else (like, for instance, blogging about it.)

Of course, I wonder why, in the middle of a Sunday afternoon of all times,  TBS feels the need to bleep out curse words but not the repeated use of the word "n---er."