Kate Hudson earns that nomination: first impressions of Song Sung Blue
This is a story that deserved a decent movie, and it got one. It might’ve become by-the-numbers melodrama, but cut through my cynicism and made me believe.
Let’s do that thing where you pull something out of the movie and make it a metaphor for the experience:
Song Sung Blue is a meal like one that gets a big scene in the movie: It’s a big family-size KFC bucket with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy . . . except KFC forgot to include the potatoes. It’s greasy. It’s predictable. And it’s an easy crowd-pleaser. But I’m not complaining. If you put that bucket in front of me and I was hungry, I’d eat all of that. I might even cry over how good it tastes, knowing full well that, after I recover from the feast, I will have some regrets and some complaints. I might even rant, later on, asking, “How could they have left out the potatoes?”
But come on. Most of you would eat it too. And you’d love it. Bear with me as I get into the details of why . . .