Perhaps one needs to be from the San Juans and to have known people like Kuboske's daughter (she was my dorm mom decades ago) to fully appreciate this film. I liked how they played the old tunes at the beginning - I always loved the one about Joe and the Milky Way but had somehow forgotten that this took place in our own Black Canyon. The film showed some great local country and brought to mind the theme between many of the songs - the plow drivers of Red Mountain, for instance. It was cool to see Ouray through CW McCall's eyes. I do wish the definition was higher. I felt like something was lost because the pictures were not as dynamic as our eyes have grown accustom to in these high tech days. I loved the theater!
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