Jug Face:

 

So inbred it's city smart 

 

I will start with this: the movie does infact have jugs, faces, and jug faces. The problem: None of these are very good.  

 

Well acted and beautifully shot this movie picks up wickerman from a community of gorgeous man haters and drops him off in a hillbilly moonshiner's paradise.  You want trees they have trees, you want shanties they have shanties, you want a community of pit worshiping inbred nutbars...well you know...you get one.  

 

If you were looking for Nicholas Cage, and we admit not too many people are looking for him these days, you won't find him in this movie.  You will however find mountain people so backwoods that hillybillies would be ashamed to associate with them.

 

All and all this movie left this viewer wanting a quart of poisonous peach moonshine that would leave him blind so as to forever cut off the possibility of seeing this movie again in his life. 

 

Written by

Jason Mcroberts