So I'd just praise him for the good interactions, and then kind of play
dumb about the intent behind the bad ones and try to distract him the way you would a young toddler.
There are low points, surely: a scene where a troupe of wild - riding Klansmen argue
about the poor manufacture of their white hoods is both atonally
dumb and thuddingly obvious in its metaphorical
intent (the idiots literally can't see what they're doing).