Review - THE WILD & WONDERFUL WHITES OF WEST VIRGINIA

by Mr. Blunderson

I had to write this review today because I've written two rather negative reviews lately and had to prove to myself that I didn't start this site just to crap on movies on the internet. In truth I really didn't. It just turns out it's a little addicting.

But that means nothing at the moment since I LOVED this movie, a documentary following the descendants of D. Ray white, mountain dancer. Members of the White family are infamous in their little corner of the world. Larger than life, the stuff of legend and country songs.

You'll see it ain't always easy to be a White, but it ain't all bad neither. But when it is bad, it's pretty fucking awful. Whether it's waiting for your sentencing for attempted murder or having your baby taken away by the State or huntin down your no-account bastard cheating ex.

The White's don't make any excuses or apologies for who or what they are. It's made clear early on they aren't just a family they're a force of nature. When they come rollin your way you'd best step aside, run for cover, or put em in a song... You can't stop this train.

I've seen a lot of movies that promised sex drugs and rock n roll, but this one unflinchingly delivers not only on those promises but the stark and sometimes brutal aftermath as well.

You can take this movie a whole lot ways I suppose, but it really does have everything. Booze, weed, pill poppin, drugs snorted, drugs snorted off toilets, bowling, music, birth, death, reconciliation, redemption, fightin, carousin, mayhem...in, they even got a little kid who's a real life version of the Ricky Bobby's two sons in Talledega Nights.

The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia reminds us all that life can make you hard, choices can wreck you in an instant, people can say and think what they want, but at the end of the day you're going to be who you are and you can't spend any time being ashamed of that. That's why I give this movie an "Oh Hells yes!" on the Mr. Blunderson scale.