Reviews
Beesley constructs a documentary so unassuming and so familiar... the camera disappears and we find ourselves in the murky Oklahoma waters, holding our breath and wriggling our fingers in dark, deep holes, hoping a 45-pounder will bite. We get bit, all right, and boy, it’s a beaut.
The Austin Chronicle...the film avoids dumb-rube condescension and emerges as a celebration of fading traditions, regional pride, and local color.
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