Well it’s not Norman Mailer & Rip Torn in a sweaty romanticized set brawl & dialogue but it’s an absorbing scene, nicely framed, and an epic monologue to heed maybe eventually in this Apple jack whirl o somebody’s not ours, before the mindless fall of Rome II, before bull-screws truncheon the bold, and set the cost too high to shine a spotlight on the truth be told, before the state parks are all sold, the breaking o the final mold, alone now shaking tamed and rolled. Highbrow would dine on families whole ..from ’33 to now (fo sho).