Watching this for the first time since I saw it in the theater 20 years ago gave me incredibly intense “WE USED TO BE A REAL COUNTRY” vibes. Maybe I used to be a real person, too.
I kind of wish this movie was less about the pretty white girl's typical 'rediscovering her mom' junk and more about Hudson's discovery and connection to a group of women who embody so many of her own feelings that she could never express before.
Instead, the dramatic beats seem like less of an awakening than a mishmash. The insertion of contemporary music is jarring, and the overuse of montage covers some moments that would be better left explored. Just kind of unsatisfying overall, though it has a lot of good pieces.