Monday, April 05, 2010

CRAZY HEART (Stuart Cooper, 2009)


I suppose, when I sit down to watch a James Bond movie I know exactly what I'm in for: the theme tune, the stubble, the objectified women, the non-exploding helicopter, the exploding helicopter and so forth. As long as the formula is handled with verve and efficiency, the familiarity doesn't bother me.

So, I suppose in a similar sense, I could sit down to a low-key redemption indie anticipating the usual: the weathered faces, the melancholy guitar tunes, the breakdown, the ready light at the end of the tunnel, the Oscarbaiting. As long as my heartstrings are efficiently plucked, I shouldn't be fussed by the familiarity.

It's just that I buy tickets to low-key indies to get away from the familiarity.