One of three things has happened.
1 – I either just don’t like (or have grown tired of) detached, observational films about cultural curiosities.
2 – I was just too tired when I watched this.
3 – This movie just isn’t all that good.
I’m going with number three.
A newly retired blue collar German sits and drinks beer with his friends until he hears Zydeco music on his radio. So he starts playing Zydeco music instead of Polka on his accordian. H-Whaat? Then he winds up in Texas and walks around observing things in elegantly framed shots.
And it is shot on video, too.
Has something died within me?