This movie is what it says it is. A Ken Burns-ish soup to nuts on bluegrass music, ending in the (very) early 90s. While very enjoyable to watch (Bill Monroe, Ralph Stanley, Flatt & Scruggs, etc) I had trouble finding a thesis to the film. I felt like the film wanted to say something but I just couldn’t figure out what it was. . .other than “this music is good.” Hell, that ought to be enough.
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Jordan Hoffman is a New York-based writer and film critic working for The Guardian, Vanity Fair, Thrillist, Times of Israel, NY Daily News and elsewhere.
He is the host of ENGAGE: The Official Star Trek Podcast, a member of the New York Film Critics Circle and challenges you to a game of backgammon.