- Director: Jennifer Gerber
- Writer: Samuel Brett Williams
- Producer: Sophie Finkelstein; Cathleen Ihasz
There's nothing worse than a bible-bashing, self-hating, hypocritical homo!
There's nothing worse than a script like this...here's a sample...
A dreary, nerdy, married-to-a-woman, Southern Baptist pastor to a homeless, meth-addicted, blonde, hunky drifter...
Pastor: I just wanna come over here and introduce myself...I’m brother Eli, I’m the pastor here at First Baptist...[silence] okay...well, enjoy your food.
Drifter: I like your hands.
Pastor: Excuse me?
Drifter: Your hands...they’re pretty.
And then...in next to no time, the pastor gives the drifter a home...seconds later, they're bonking [each other's brains out] akin to randy, rabid rabbits on Viagra!
They don't come anymore whirlwind than this whirlwind romance! For yes...we all know that this little tête-à-tête will be [predictably] shortlived and will [predictably] end in tears.
The [oh so many] conflicts come and go...faster than ricocheting bullets bouncing all over the place. To hell with guilt. Who needs soul-searching when there's a blonde-haired hunk willing to deal in carnal pleasure and crystal meth?!? After all...God forgives!
There's no forgiving this [somewhat homophobic] mess of a film!
When Eli begins preaching at his father's old church, he is desperate to open the minds of the fire-and-brimstone congregation. His plans are quickly derailed when he strikes up a relationship with a fascinating drifter (played by Zachary Booth, KEEP THE LIGHTS ON). Tensions soon come to a head, with simmering resentments and repressed emotions all leading to a revival that will shake this sleepy Arkansas town to its core.