About two years ago, I purchased a VHS release of “Fried Green Tomatoes” the movie to break my anal hymen into enjoying serious filmmaking. At 10 yrs. old, this movie struck an emotional cord with me. I love Kathy Bates, Jessica, the two Mary(s), and the rest of the cast. However, I no longer feel the same way I once did about this movie. It hurts because I want to love it as I once did. The movie now plays out to me like some bad Lifetime mini series during the month of February. This bites. I no longer have a favorite movie.