I was really struck, watching this film, at how my inner angry American didn't spring up and scold every time an American flag waved or someone talked about the Dream...and I think that's just because it felt that much more honest than the same behavior happening in the middle of a Suburb(an). It's not such a bad thing to be reminded of what this country honestly means to some people, and even if bees make me weepy, I understand, I think, why they're necessary for some people.

Have you read Bee Season, by Myla Goldberg?