Welcome to the latest installment of Flickchart Road Trip, in which I’m starting in Los Angeles and “driving” across country, watching one movie from each state and posting about it once a week. The new movie I watch will go up against five movies from that state I’ve already seen, chosen from five distinct spots on my own Flickchart. Although I won’t tell you where the new movie actually lands in my chart (I don’t like to add new movies until I’ve had a month to think about them), I’ll let you know how it fared among the five I’ve chosen. Thanks for riding shotgun!

I hope you don’t blame me that I had my pedal to the metal through much of Louisiana, first south on Route 167, then further south on I-49, before catching I-10 east for the first time since New Mexico. See, Mardi Gras — Fat Tuesday — fell on Tuesday of my week in Louisiana, and I had to arrive in the Big Easy, down in the toe of this boot-shaped state, by mid-afternoon that day. I will say that I saw some really nice countryside as I went.

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