Crazy Like a Fox

This warm slice of post-postbellum baloney, about an impoverished Virginia farmer (Rees) ostensibly unhinged by having to sell his family manse to a pair of cardboard-cutout Yankees, is rural boosterism at its most myopic. Gauzy nostalgia and regional chauvinism pervade, while the movie’s themes of disenfranchisement and atavism suggest an unbidden indie update of Cormac McCarthy’s Child of God. Incredibly, McCarthy’s murderous necrophiliac coot seems less sinister than writer-director Richard Squires’s mild-mannered, twinkly-eyed son of Dixie. (Opens Fri; Regal Union Square 14.)—Mark Holcomb