An American classic, Billy Bob Thornton’s Sling Blade rings true to small town norms and values. Most of its characters are good people, to Thornton’s credit as the movie’s writer, director and star, and son of small town Arkansas himself. The two bad ones trigger well crafted drama that feels true-to-life even though it’s extreme by normal measures.
Thornton won a well deserved Oscar for his masterful screenplay, was nominated for another in the Best Actor category, and established himself as a major Hollywood player as a result.
He deserved the acclaim. Sling Blade’s many affecting moments trigger several man-cries. You know the kind: those triggered by selfless fraternal or parental action. Sling Blade’s got ’em, so make sure the light is low when you watch it.
Billy Bob Thornton’s creation ranks up there with Forrest Gump, another American simpleton whose frank utterances reflected us, and whose odd vocal mannerisms become soothing and lovable. Unlike Tom Hanks’ signature character, Thornton’s creation (does anyone remember that his name is Karl Childers?) is darker, someone prone to violence.
His cast-mates are good to great, though it would still be Thornton’s movie even if he didn’t write and direct it.
Simple brilliance set in middle America makes Sling Blade an American classic. Its poignance runs deep.
The well-known story about a retarded man’s release into society after a quarter-century’s institutionalization provides ample opportunity to essay the quiet charity of small town people, even as bad actors live among them. Locked up as a young boy for murder, the hero encounters his small Arkansas home town as a stranger in a familiar land. Befriending a fatherless boy, he becomes a treasured member of an ad hoc modern family, for whom he eventually becomes an avenging angel.
Heinous violence described in vivid detail makes Sling Blade a movie for those with strong stomachs.