The sane folk at Southern Appeal plug Walk the Line, causing me to wail and gnash my teeth again at my rural outpost and its four isolated theater screens:
I saw Walk the Line tonight and was just knocked out by it. The performances of Phoenix and Witherspoon are as good as the buzz; they more than save the movie from being a two-hour version of "VH-1's Behind the Music." Phoenix IS Cash, and Witherspoon is quite believable, too -- although she strikes me as a bit more glamorous than the real-life Carter.
