Yeah, it was okay. Sweet, well-acted, well-made. Horses are really neat, which I'd forgotten. I appreciated the reminder.
Every girl, I think, goes through her horse phase. I read an awesome poem about it once, comparing it to a fledgling sign of blossoming female sexuality. All I'm saying is, it's been a long time since I rode a horse.
William H. Macy's character was fictional, which meant that he felt the most jarring and out of place. Didn't need him, didn't want him, got sick of him. But if I hadn't known he was fictional, I'd probably have felt different about that.
There was a lot of good, but it didn't wow me the way that Pleasantville did. Which is a shame. I haven't ridden a horse in a really long time. But I really miss being wowed.