I liked the film Hustle and Flow. My Bank of America banker at the time - the same nice lady who found me one Christmas season fast asleep in a chair in the furniture department of Macy's at Somerset Mall - did not even go to see it; her pastor had told the congregation it was a paean to evil.
I have thought about this now and then: I looked at it solely as art and artifact, but she saw it as something more, something like Defoe's On Murder Considered As One Of The Fine Arts - art working as a mercenary for corruption.
Undoubtedly, it was both... and maybe more.
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