Am I the only one who thought it was a goopy pile o’ goop?

I love Johnny Cash, but have a low threshold for dramatic bio-pics, for the basic reason that the drama is entirely false. How can we get caught up in the drama of, say, Cash’s record label refusing to release the prison record when anyone with a pulse already owns At Folsom Prison?

Beyond this admittedly bitchy bitch, there’s the goopiness of Walk the Line in particular, which never met a bio-pic “Behind the Music” cliche it couldn’t embrace wholeheartedly.

Still, Reese was as cute as a tap-dancing pug, and the June & Johnny love story is indeed a glorious thing…But if you want to see a legitimately artful rendering of that story, see Cash’s video for “Hurt.”