Walk the London Line
Feb. 25th, 2006 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

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
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.
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