dotinthesky | Walk the London Line

I was looking for some soul in my Saturday and I found it in Walk the Line. I sat between Kevin and Silke, close to the screen because Kevin didn't have his glasses and couldn't sit further away, bearing the absurdly high volume (for the benefit of the iPod-deaf public), but it was worth it. I had those moments when the tears were coming down, just because the music was beautiful, because this was based on someone's real life (and what an amazing life it was), and because I'm sometimes overwhelmed by films like that... I have no shame in being a big baby dressed in black.

There were two things in the movie that didn't work for me: the somewhat sentimental subplot about his relationship with his father and the way nobody seemed to age despite over twenty years going by. But everything else made up for it in such a great way, making it the perfect movie for a cold day. Some of the scenes, like the concert in Folsom prison, or his final wedding proposal to June, were beautifully shot and executed. And both Joaquin Phoenix and Reese ~~Wetherspoons~~ Witherspoon did an amazing job; I can see why they were nominated for so many awards. The record company that owns the rights to his music will be glad to know that I came out of the cinema wanting to buy a CD of his; I could see myself playing it in the background while I dashed out a powerful and moving novel which lay to rest all my previous puerile efforts. I've also got this strong desire to grow my hair into a powerful quiff, dye it black, wear some boots and get butched up. And wasn't it interesting that they never showed Cash having a cigarette? Hmmmm...

If Morrissey discovered God, he could grow into an English version of Johnny Cash. Blasphemy? Not really. Think about it. It's there, it makes sense. And Morrissey would love to play a concert for prisoners. I know he would. Maybe there's still hope for him.

Walk the London Line

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