Norton, I'm not sure just what you're saying, but I'm fearful enough to guess. There was some cultural stereotyping going on in that movie. I think we all know what that was. There is a history of dire socioeconomic circumstances in Appalachia; but those same sad circumstances have played out in many places in North America...here in Canada too. We too have our own uncomplimentary social stigma attached to parts of our country, and many parts of our society...much to all our shame. Is there no end to it?
While on a car camping trip with my wife and kids along the Blue Ridge Parkway, travelling from Front Royal to NC, we settled in for the night. Next morning I found my van had a slow tire leak. Oh oh. I had on board tire inflation, and so after checking the map, I rambled down the mountain while my son leaned out the passenger window warning me when the tire was too low to continue "Time to pull over and pump it up again Dad." All the way down the mountain Deliverance was in the back of my mind. No, I didn't think I'd meet Ned Beatty's fate; I however was just a little concerned what small town fate might await me. We rolled into a garage just as the tire gave out. No turning back now. Thankfully the garage was open. My licence plate and "funny accent" labelled me a tourist. Yup. But the knowledgable service and trustworthy attitude labelled him as a friend. A friend I needed.
Deliverance never entered my mind the rest of the trip.
Coincidently; just coincidently, I have an uncle who's a West Virginian. He has spoken, though seldom, about his hard life and troubled family history. I don't want to know too much about that. I love the soft twang to his speak, and the easy cadence to his talk. Most of all I love his warmth. He's a good man. That's all I need to know.