fits The Wrestler
mold of a morose look at an ex-star falling apart. Only it’s more slight, in both impact and design. Music vet Bad Blake (Jeff Bridges) is now an alcoholic reduced to playing bowling alleys, cherishing any moment of fan recognition. Director Scott Cooper forms the movie equivalent to country music---Crazy Heart
indulges misery without hysterics, as Blake meanders through the aftermath of bad choices, lost love and broken family, with uncertain future direction. Bridges’ mumble-mouthed naturalism garners Blake empathy. Where The Wrestler
contextualized Marisa Tomei and Mickey Rourke’s sex-and-violence trade roles as expired ’80s relics, Crazy Heart
hasn’t equivalent literary impact. It’s an acceptable, minor film---its successes limited by its aims.