Michelle & I rented it one night because it’s won or been nominated for a bunch of awards, and we only made it about 30 or so minutes in before turning the thing off; 5 more minutes and I would have taken a safety pin to my ear drum. The songs feel like they’re 20 minutes long, since the verses are long and the guy’s voice sounds like mine after a few tequila shots while singing backup to Like a Prayer. The dude is seriously like a bad kareoke performance, but with mediocre folk guitar thrown into the mix. The only thing that made it remotely tolerable was the ridiculously quirky female lead, but the movie was less about her and more aobut the whiny, sappy dude singing about how some chick broke his heart. What the movie really needed was Jet Li to come in and strangle the poor bastard by his E-string.

I will say that Michelle’s mom liked it, but she also watches that TV show on Fox with the lie detector, so I don’t know that her opinion should count when it comes to pop entertainment.