A little movie with a little story about little people doing little things. The Man in the Moon is another coming-of-age film, in which two farmer's daughters and sisters fall in love with the new-neighboring- hillbillyesh teen, the little girl obtaining nothing more than a mild kiss and lots of frustration and uncalled verbal abuse from the relationship while the older one makes love with him and begins to fancy about an early wedding. This state of things goes on until the kid has the unfortunate luck of being accidentally run-down and chopped to death by his own plough while trying to recover, without first stopping the engine and without pulling down from the vehicle, a rusty hat he had previously left hanging from a branch of a bush growing beside the crop field he's working on. Then, the two sisters must overcome the sore rivalry they had felt into as a product of being in love with the same and now dead kid, both of them knowing about it. Finally, they put aside all grudge between them and rediscover their sisterly love. The end. Add to the later a subplot about a gravid mother falling into her belly and then being hospitalized, and finally recovering and having her healthy fourth daughter (instead of the boy his husband was expecting for, which, as we learn in the movie, is the only reason the couple is going through it again). That's it, there you have it. Child Reese Witherspoon saves the movie from being a total boredom, but, hey, expect no miracles here: not even she can save it from being a simple (and a very simple one) boredom.
Review of The Man in the Moon
