Topics so shopworn that urban northerners have appropriated them. Their topics are much the same as Saturday Nite Opry's, but their lyrics are haunted, angry, their music taut and uncomfortable. Delta blues and Applachian mountain ballads with a bachelor's degree. Intelligent, though not cerebral, the music must feel lived-in, and director James Szalapski enchances many of the performances with unbeautiful sequences.
Townes is a court jester.
Coe, a tattoo on his thick neck, wearing no-trespassing shades, is an ominous Prince of Darkness type, as bits of his grim story fall out in coffee shops, on the road, and backstage just before he performs for inmates at the Tennessee State Penitentiary. But the Charlie Daniels Band is the villain of the film, and vies with Barefoot Jerry for making the most boring music. We don't want to know. This page looks best with at least Netscape 1.22. Please click to go to Netscape for upgrade.