A one-dimensional flat weak wannabe imitation/variation of the 1954 Judy Garland James Mason version of 'A Star is Born.' The only thing strong was the overpowering fake, exaggerated hick accent of the up and coming singer played by Hedlund. Judy Garland he ain't. The director is no George Cukor either.
If you want real melodrama with heart and flair, watch that or 'Imitation of Life'. Or something else directed by Douglas Sirk so at least the scenery being chewed by real actors (who knew what over the top 50s melodrama meant) is beautiful.
Hedlund's is the worst performance hands down. Not that there was much in the way of art/acting in the entire thing.
Talk about over-acting, one-note, stereotypical, superficial and clichéd. He should win a raspberry just for singing (and trying to act) with a truly awfully bad hick accent. At least Paltrow didn't overdo it (too much).
And the director responsible for this mess? Fifty classes at a serious film school to start, followed by internships with some director who has a soul. The ending should serve the whole film, not vice versa. Not that I would call this a film. Movie of the 'weak' back in the 70s maybe.
Okay: so some brief, entirely Minor, slimmest glimmers of a couple of highlighted songs that could have been promising (in someone else's hands) -- but alas, they too were sentimental, uni-dimensional and mawkish, not to mention repetitive. Not exactly original. And why not just name the Paltrow character 'Singer' instead of 'Canter'? Duh.
And 'gosh darn it, score some (negative) points fer makin' sure Hedlund gits thet exaggerated kuntry twang in thet thar sangin' so we alluns know he's a real down home feller.'
I just can't say enough bad things about this visionless wreck of a movie: truly a stinker.
If you want real melodrama with heart and flair, watch that or 'Imitation of Life'. Or something else directed by Douglas Sirk so at least the scenery being chewed by real actors (who knew what over the top 50s melodrama meant) is beautiful.
Hedlund's is the worst performance hands down. Not that there was much in the way of art/acting in the entire thing.
Talk about over-acting, one-note, stereotypical, superficial and clichéd. He should win a raspberry just for singing (and trying to act) with a truly awfully bad hick accent. At least Paltrow didn't overdo it (too much).
And the director responsible for this mess? Fifty classes at a serious film school to start, followed by internships with some director who has a soul. The ending should serve the whole film, not vice versa. Not that I would call this a film. Movie of the 'weak' back in the 70s maybe.
Okay: so some brief, entirely Minor, slimmest glimmers of a couple of highlighted songs that could have been promising (in someone else's hands) -- but alas, they too were sentimental, uni-dimensional and mawkish, not to mention repetitive. Not exactly original. And why not just name the Paltrow character 'Singer' instead of 'Canter'? Duh.
And 'gosh darn it, score some (negative) points fer makin' sure Hedlund gits thet exaggerated kuntry twang in thet thar sangin' so we alluns know he's a real down home feller.'
I just can't say enough bad things about this visionless wreck of a movie: truly a stinker.