We recently found out that friends of ours who share a love of music by real singer-songwriters (say, Richard Thompson or Iris Dement or Loudon Wainwright) had never seen this movie. Hooray, an excuse to watch it again! If for nothing else but the chance to see Iris Dement (the headliner in the cast as far as we're concerned) act as well as sing.
The wonderful contrast between the very white bread muzak version of Barbry Allen at the beginning and the much more human one by the folks who passed it down later on in the film is for me what the movie is all about. Seems to me that several prior reviewers just didn't get it at all, and should repair to their Osmonds-Welk culture bunker to avoid further psychic damage and confusion.
The wonderful contrast between the very white bread muzak version of Barbry Allen at the beginning and the much more human one by the folks who passed it down later on in the film is for me what the movie is all about. Seems to me that several prior reviewers just didn't get it at all, and should repair to their Osmonds-Welk culture bunker to avoid further psychic damage and confusion.