A remarkable and detailed journey through the South with a fantastic cast of interesting, very human, and very real women. This is probably one of my favorite documentaries because it is not simply a document of a particular time and place...it's a real journey, and I felt that and didn't want to leave. I loved it dearly. There's one scene that haunts me especially. There's a woman that Ross meets who plays guitar and sings almost exactly like Joan Baez. She plays Billy Joel's "Just the Way You Are" in a very soft and beautiful rendition. That song and the way it's played just feels like the paradoxical anchor of the film to me, because the film is about the search for love, and that search is arduous and frustrating, not so simple as the song itself. Ross spends a great deal of time with this one woman, Charlene, who's trying extremely fanatically to set him up with someone so that he can get married and have children. She pounds into Ross's already uncertain head how much he needs to be more passionate, and poetic, and more this and that. So, do people really love us just the way we are, or are they always hoping for something more?