I'm not sure how I missed this movie, which is supposedly based on the true story of Robert Adams. Why does Hollywood have to make it so difficult for me to admit in public circles that I teach and write about the American Civil War? Here is the dramatic overview from the official website:
Just as they met, The Civil War was upon them. All he knew was tied into the conflict and the one thing that he held to was his love for this northern woman. He knew that he might sacrifice all he had if he entered into this conflict. He believed in protecting the life he had, and the life he wanted, but he knew the price would be great. His quest for survival grew as the war worsened. He was captured and sent to prison; he lost his best friend; his town was burned and the war was all but lost. Robert’s connection to Eveline weakened and he lost the path he believed he was on. Her love for him would be the one thing that could carry him through.
Any number of reasons exist not to believe anything happening here, in alleged 1864: modern haircuts, modern dentistry and clothing that looks like it came off the rack at an antebellum JC Penney. Race relations, however, are the first tipoff that we're in a revisionist wonderland: Establishing shots display well-dressed children, black and white, frolicking together on plantation lawns; besuited black men play chess with their supposed oppressors. Why, we wonder, did we fight a dang war anyhoo? "To make a better life," someone tells transplanted Yankee Eveline McCord Adams (Gwendolyn Edwards), for whom Robert Adams runs a "Cold Mountain"-esque gauntlet after he's captured and abused by psychopathic Northern soldiers….Unless everyone from Harriet Beecher Stowe to Shelby Foote has been lying to us, the pic's attempt to portray the slave economy of the Old South as some kind of day camp isn't just inept, but offensive.