I tell stories about my family. Dysfunctional, or perhaps Malfunctional would be a better word. Sometimes I forget that I’m not exaggerating.
The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia is a documentary about a family named White, who, suffice it to say, law enforcement is both familiar with and reluctant to visit. One of them is a famous “hillbilly tap dancer.” One gives birth to a baby, laments the lack of opportunity in their geographical area, and promptly snorts cocaine in her hospital room. Another explains how, when her mother dies, she may be so upset that she will have to kill someone.
Entertaining, in a sad way.
But what really struck me, as I watched the scene of the matriarch’s birthday celebration — drugs and naked hijinx are featured — I noticed the house they were in looked JUST LIKE where my brother lives. Furniture so tacky it could never have actually appealed to anyone. Lots of sentimental knickknacks dusted with crack. Extremely large TVs in the midst of squalor.
I’m still figuring out how to feel about this one. But I recommend it.