The flames, the outrage, the horror of it all...

[Brett Coley]

As we used to say in Indiana (you could see it then, the windy flat
fields, semis echoing across I-70 in the distance, winter-ravaged
county roads sprouting weeds to define a grid of corn and soybeans,
the climax of a too-long tracking shot, the audience growing restless
as the camera holds its breath on the wind-carved face, then it speaks
-- you imagine John Huston, but you will later think of Jimmy Stewart
gargling some gravel):

"Climb down off that crucifix, we can use the wood to fix the barn!"