I hated this from the first minute and it pained me to watch. I ended up turning it off thee-fourths of the way through because it was just so gratingly insultingly woefully bad. Anyone who's read the novel will probably feel the same. There is not even an inkling of the darkly poetic drama of the novel--it's all bright and obvious and without any nuance--and it's quite disloyal as an adaptation. James Agee is the OPPOSITE of this adaptation's Hallmark-Hall-of-Fame style. I'm sure he'd punch the director, Gilbert Cates, right in the face or break a whiskey bottle over his head. Cates's previous film Collected Stories (2002) is stellar so I just don't know how he could get this SO WRONG!