Director: James Mangold
Perhaps it's to do with the fact that I caught this Oscar winner in between viewing the many unsung gems at the European Union film festival. In comparison to the sheer freshness of themes, the range of characters, the span of emotions and the narrative ingenuity in European cinema, Hollywood had to feel tame and predictable. Not that Walk The Line is a bad film.
It's a solid, faithful biopic on Johnny Cash (Phoenix), bringing alive the details of his troubled musical life—the grim childhood, the foray into the armed forces, the humiliation of being a door-to-door salesman, the move from gospel to country music, the estrangement from his conventional wife (Goodwin), the womanising, the self-destructive drug abuse, and, most of all, the abiding love for his idol June Carter (Witherspoon). But the many fervent cinematic moments don't rise above the ordinary, they don't touch you profoundly. In terms...