Summary
A gauzy, magnolia-scented fever dream set in the limestone hush of post-war Kentucky, A Kentucky Cinderella unspools like a folk-song half remembered: a father’s coffin lowered into red clay, a child’s hand wrenched from the grave’s edge, and a train whistle that scatters grief across bluegrass like milkweed. The orphaned girl—part fawn, part flint—arrives at her uncle’s sagging plantation house where the verandas sag with secrets and the air tastes of sorghum and arsenic. The uncle’s wife, a gorgon in taffeta, keeps the keys to every locked room and the family Bible hollowed out for letters never sent; she measures love in thimblefuls and cruelty in wagonloads. Between tobacco curing barns and moonlit horse cemeteries, the child learns that survival is stitched from scraps: a calico scrap becomes a banner, a broken banjo string becomes a garrote for a raccoon that raids the pantry, a half-burned diary page becomes a mirror. When the season turns, the cicadas drone like distant shells, and the girl—her hair now sun-bleached to the color of courthouse marble—faces the matriarch on a porch where the American flag has faded to bruise-purple. Their final confrontation is not a slap but a stanza: a whispered genealogy of every woman who ever escaped this valley by turning herself into myth. She walks out at dawn wearing her dead mother’s lace dress over bare feet, crossing the bourbon-soaked lawn while the camera retreats, higher and higher, until she is a single ember glinting against the Alleghenies, a Cinderella who leaves no shoe because she intends never to be found.
After the death of her father, a young girl goes to live with her uncle in Kentucky. She immediately comes into conflict with her uncle's shrewish wife.
