Right, Country music is an interesting thing. Chic Americans shun it like a plague of flying roaches. To ask 'Does 'Jesus Take The Wheel' by Carrie Underwood make you cry, too?' at a fashionable gathering is to commit (another) social suicide. For some of us, the sheer drama of country music is irresistable. If you think 'I am Woman' by Helen Reddy is Country Woman Power, try Goodbye Earl by the Dixie Chicks. This was a favourite of a good friend of mine who moved to Miami, listened to it all the time, dumped her husband as a result then ran away with her childhood sweetheart from Rochdale. She was a Cilla Black freak but I blame the Dixies for truly settin' her free.
Male country singers are not so interesting, droning on about boots and whisky in an annoying, yodelly way. Country women, however, carry a world of troubles on their shoulders. Who can blame them? It's been a tough few centuries for the females of the North American countryside, only now enjoying pick-up trucks, bars and beer of their own. So I can see the attraction for Gwyneth Paltrow to the role of Kelly Canter in 'Country Strong'. She nearly pulls it off but for that constant 'I'm really Gwyneth, cleverly demonstrating my talents here but don't forget I am actually very fashionable in real life' look in the back of her eyes. Went to see it last night with the other Real British housewives of NYC. Also the script just wasn't very good but never mind because we thoroughly enjoyed the overall experience - sometimes what going to the flix is all about. Plus Leighton Meister was fabulous in her role and she's not a person I can really be doing with, most of the time.
Bit of a film review there!
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