Hadn’t seen this since middle school, a masterpiece film to accompany a masterpiece soundtrack.
Absolutely no words for how colossally awful this is, just a titanic stinker. It’s about everything you’d expect and absolutely nothing else, shot in the Netflix-in-house-style and devoid of anything substantive to say.
It’s genuinely Walk Hard! Good god how has everyone not seen that deeply insightful picture. She walks downstairs and a dude is playing chess, in the exact same way Dewey Cox is able to play guitar fresh off of tragedy, it’s a deeply overwrought trope, the whole thing…
“I’ll make sure to tell him loud.”
This movie is so dumb! The cinematic equivalent of your mom saying: “turn that music down, you’ll blow out you’re hearing!”, so predictable from start to finish knowing as little about the plot as possible and you’ll still be able to call every beat, moment and movement, also so sick of the “cinematic freak out” where a character storms out of the room and breathes super heavy, yeah, we all have panic attacks,…