Walk the Line

I rewatched this today because it was the flickle. This movie is one that I have in what I call my “studio rotation.” Movies that I put on while I’m working in my studio (architecture school stuff). Anyway, that’s a category of movies I love. Movies I hold very close to my heart in some ways. This is a movie about one of my favorite music artists. One of the greats. The man who wasn’t afraid to track some mud on the carpet. He was flawed. He wasn’t perfect. He wore black because it’s all he had and he sweat on stage each time he walked up there because he was so damn nervous to play in front of a crowd. He loved a girl, or two, but there was always the one he knew. He wrote songs that still today I’ll listen to and sing along to every word like my dad taught me to when I was growing up. I love this movie not only for the Man in Black, but for how it portrays his story. How James Mangold crafted such a work of art for a legendary artist. * “You can’t wear black. It looks like you’re going to a funeral.”* “Maybe I am.”