It is April in the Blue Ridge. The dogwoods are exploding in white bursts against a landscape that is finally shaking off the grey lethargy of winter. You are at a lodge up the hill from the blooming laurel. The lights dim, and suddenly the rugged timber of the lodge fades into the soft, humid charm of Chinquapin Township, Louisiana. It is a study in contrasts. Southern women who possess the delicate appearance of blush colored chiffon but the structural integrity of Georgia granite. You watch Shelby’s wedding flicker across the room while you sit for a 5-course Louisiana inspired meal.

Laughter. Tears. And a fine bourbon-laced lemonade. It’s not just a movie night; it’s an emotional transit through the South.