And then a subplot about Mary-Louise Parker's jerk of a Klansman husband suddenly accelerates from "domestic abuse" all the way to "revenge cannibalism." When her husband tries to kidnap their baby, Parker's cook kills him in the ensuing fight. To cover it up, they butcher the man's body and turn it into barbecue, which is in turn eaten by local law enforcement looking for him.
That's the kind of shit you'd expect from the finale of an over-the-top horror film. Thousands upon thousands of mother-daughter pairs went to see this nice movie about Southern families starring the old lady from Driving Miss Daisy, expecting to learn that love is the real fried green tomato or something. What they learned instead: Pig is the closest flesh to that of man.