I can’t
say that I am huge fan of Johnny Cash or overly familiar
with his music. The man is a legend and the new biopic on
his life hopes to keep that legend alive.
“Walk
the Line” stars Joaquin Phoenix as the “man
in black” and chronicles his life from early childhood
through his rise of his music career and his eventual on-going
love affair with June Carter (Reese Witherspoon).
The
film delves into the childhood of the star with extra attention
to the often troubled relationship between Cash and his
father (Robert Patrick). The film also deals a lot with
his early touring where he was featured alongside some of
rock n roll’s greatest like Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly
and Jerry Lee Lewis.
Phoenix
is absolutely brilliant in the role and what makes his performance
all the more amazing then that of other music bio-pic actors
is that he also sings all his own music. It’s like
Johnny Cash was projecting through him during some of his
performances. Phoenix, I hope, will be remembered for his
performance of Johnny Cash like Kurt Russell is for playing
Elvis, Gary Busey for playing Buddy Holly and Dennis Quaid
for playing Jerry Lee Lewis.
I was
also really impressed with Witherspoon as the feisty, energetic,
sexy and strong June Carter who seemed to be the foundation
that kept Cash going even when they were fighting.
Both
leads in this film deserve Oscar nods. I fear that since
just last year Jamie Foxx won for Ray!, Phoenix may get
passed over. I also wonder if Witherspoon could get nominated
in the supporting category opposed to the leading category.
“Walk
the Line” is a superior film to Ray because it celebrates
the rise, fall and recovery of Johnny Cash with more vigor
and panache. The film also is more solid in its direction
than that of Ray.
I really
did love “Walk the Line” and it made me remember
a lot of the classic musical bio-pics which I still love
to this day. It has it all.
This
biographical film locks us in our seats with a piercing
stare that echoes Johnny Cash's riveting personality. And
although the straightforward story feels virtually the same
as every other musician of the period, it comes to life
in two awards-worthy performances.
With
a distinctive songwriting and performing styles, Cash (Phoenix)
rose to fame through the 1950s as a member of the Sun Records
stable, touring with innovators like Elvis Presley (Hilton),
Jerry Lee Lewis (Payne), Waylon Jennings (played by his
son Shooter) and June Carter (Witherspoon). Having grown
up with Carter's music, Cash has an instant crush on her,
despite his wife (Goodwin) back home. As expected, the pressures
of the road give way to horrible drug use and womanising,
and after he bottoms out it's Carter who helps reassemble
him into a late-60s legend.
Yes,
the story is extremely familiar, not only echoed among his
contemporaries (and today's stars), but also in just about
every other rock-n-roll biopic. This simple fact keeps the
film from being something truly special, even though the
story is especially well-told. Mangold's direction is sharp
and bluesy, effortlessly capturing the period and maintaining
a smooth pace and tone in which the actors shine. But he
never centres on one thing in the story that would make
the film distinctive, choosing instead to stick with the
standard movie structure--rocket to fame, childhood demons,
fall from grace, rocky redemption and epic love story. All
of these things are powerful, but they feel rather too movie-perfect.
The
acting, on the other hand, is worth shouting about. Phoenix
inhabits Cash in a startlingly moving way, capturing his
gruff honesty, growling vocalisations and forceful presence,
even in the dark, difficult scenes. But it's Witherspoon
who walks away with the film; her performance is note perfect,
no pun intended, as Carter mixes wacky humour and raw grit
both on stage and off. It's a bracingly lively and honest
performance that balances Phoenix perfectly and makes their
incredibly long-in-the-making romance the best thing about
the film. And that makes the film more than worth seeing.