“I like them French-fried pertaters.”
I’m teaching my nephews it’s always amusing if they sidle up behind their mom when she’s cooking, drop their voice down low, then imitate Karl Childers ordering fries.
Well, it’s amusing to me, at least.
When they’re older, they can see where that dialogue sprang from. For now, they just need the words.
The film remains today as it did in ’96 — a beautifully-crafted gothic tale of redemption anchored by a career-making performance from Billy Bob Thornton.
It’s more, much more, than the French fry scene.
But that is a pretty dang good scene. Just sayin’.