Crazy Heart is somewhere between a hardluck and a good-luck story. Jeff Bridges may be a chain-smoking, bourbon-soaked country music has-been, reduced to playing shows in bowling alleys.
But compared to The Wrestler, for instance, the film is a big-hearted yarn which takes its mood from Bridges’ laid-back warmth – and that’s even before the languidly sexy Maggie Gyllenhaal steers him off the road to ruin. It’s very enjoyable, but not dark enough to be very moving.
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