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"The mistake lies in seeing debate and discussion as secondary to the recovery of meaning. Rather, we should see them as primary: art and literature do not exist to be understood or appreciated, but to be discussed and argued over, to function as a focus for social dialogue. The discourse of literary or art criticism is not to recover meaning, but to create and contest it. Our primal scene should not be the solitary figure in the dark of the cinema but the group of friends arguing afterwards in the pub."
-Don Fowler (1996) "Even Better Than The Real Thing"

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Crazy Heart (a micro-review) - Buck Snodgrass


We’ve all known a Bad Blake or two—hauling ass to kick-up trouble, cause us grief, and brighten our lives. They have big hearts and little cash. You can usually spot a Bad by the inextinguishable twinkle in their eye and the deep, deep sadness tucked behind whiskey bottles, long laughs, and mischievous grins. Nobody loves as fully—or breaks your heart so completely—as a Bad. Bads are basically good but ultimately self-destructive, and if you love a Bad, as we all do, you’re going to get hurt. And that’s ok—it ‘s worth it. Never too late.


Crazy Heart tells the story of the ultimate Bad, and--to quote a Bad Blake original--how he began as "somebody and turned into somebody else."

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