Of course, Uchiko was at the top of both lists. It even made it into GQ’s list of the best new restaurants in America.

Handmade Nation is one of those movies you begin rooting for before you even step into the theater. You know it won’t be widely distributed or nationally recognized. Most of its promotion comes from the genuine enthusiasm of bloggers and fans of the people profiled in it. And then there’s the fact that the Alamo lended its imprimatur by hosting the film’s Austin premiere, often a good sign. We attended a similar screening of Gary Hustwit’s Objectified at the Alamo a few weeks ago, and we were expecting something along those lines.

But most important of all, Eliza is a big fan of a lot of the people profiled in this movie, especially Austin’s very own Jenny Hart, the crafty genius behind Sublime Stitching. Eliza has become pretty crafty herself lately, and she has a lot of these folks to thank for bringing this stuff back into the public consciousness and her own.

So I do feel bad. But here’s the deal. For a movie dedicated to the virtues of doing things yourself, it’s a problem when the movie itself feels like it was pasted together by a one-eyed toddler on a sugar high. It doesn’t exactly help the cause.

The camera work literally made us sick: The perpetually shaky handheld shots, the jerky pans around rooms. I looked over at Eliza at one point and she had her eyes closed. “I’m going to have a migraine,” she groaned. This was a movie about objects, things you want to get a good look at, things you want to soak up and study. It was frustrating when the camera wouldn’t slow down long enough to get a clear, focused shot of anything.

And then there was the singing saw, which was a constant part of the soundtrack. While an interesting novelty once in a while (The Hoff couldn’t stand it for even ten seconds), the singing saw gets a little grating after an hour, particularly when it’s the same song over and over. And it was.

So I do feel bad. I wanted to enjoy this movie. But I also call ‘em like I see ‘em.

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But even in Austin, reminders of what Sarah Palin might call “the real Texas” are everywhere. I spotted this truck on the way to work this morning.