We watched Wildcat (2024). Very skillfully made. But I wonder what it would mean to anyone not steeped in Flannery O’Connor’s work? And in emphasizing O’Connor’s struggle with illness and other sufferings I thought it left her seeming perpetually sullen, crabby, and possibly “on the spectrum” as we say now – none of which sounds like the picture of her I get from the biographies. Still, if you’re an O’Connor reader you’re bound to appreciate much of it, especially the dramatizations of some of her stories. (But, I have to add, the Jesus tattoo was disappointing.)