June 1975, I was in Nashville when Robert Altman’s film, Nashville debuted locally. The front of the Cinema was festooned with state and US flags. A big flatbed trailer was out front as a stage for clogging girls in matching gingham dresses. It was a celebratory, expectant scene. After the first showing, people were leaving the theatre with confused and disillusioned looks on their faces. Though the stories interwoven throughout the film were all representative of things that were regularly occurring in Nashville, locals thought that the film cast their city in a poor light.