Some new thoughts on a movie that would never ever get made today.
Crossroads of America explores the world of its title, the nickname for Indiana. More specifically, it depicts a raw, often uncomfortable, look at the lives of those residents we now more sensitively call the white working class but may have used a more pejorative term for back in the day. It’s a land of deaths of despair, existential depression, and pink lawn flamingos. Is this a nod to overlooked aspects of everyday life in the contemporary American Midwest or the anti-art kitsch of John Waters?