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!
At the border to Tennessee I was hit by a wall of music. Didn’t know that’s what happens when you cross over from any of the eight states that border Tennessee? Well, it is. I crossed over from North Carolina, and indeed, I suddenly felt like I was sitting in the front row of the Grand Old Opry. Just for five seconds, and then it was gone.