| Walk 
                    Hard: The Dewey Cox Story
  Walk 
                      Hard: The Dewey Cox Story, the latest comedy from camp 
                      Apatow, is a take off on the rock biography movie that’s 
                      been Oscar bait in the last couple of years. Like the movies 
                      it parodies, (Walk the Line and Ray), 
                      Walk Hard chronicles the life of the hard walking 
                      yet incredibly dim southern boy, Dewey Cox (John C. Reilly).
                     From 
                      his humble beginnings as a playful farmboy to his rise as 
                      a multi-purpose rock star, Dewey Cox is basically the Forrest 
                      Gump of musical biographies, crossing paths with everyone 
                      from Buddy Holly to Elvis and even The Beatles. 
                     Walk 
                      Hard is not without laughs, and it is a funny movie; 
                      however it falls flat in a lot of places. The biggest problem 
                      with it is that it can’t decide what sort of movie 
                      it wants to be. Its two choices apparently were clever parody 
                      and social commentary on the whole music biography movie 
                      genre or the wacky, tongue in cheek, suspension of disbelief, 
                      sight gag and silly cheeseball movie. Never really deciding 
                      how it wanted to lean, Walk Hard just kind of towed 
                      the line leaving the movie really indifferent. At one 
                      point, the movie really felt smart, like the filmmakers 
                      actually knew what they were doing and saying. I found myself 
                      thinking, “This is brilliant, they’re spoofing 
                      all those bio pics and it totally works.” Then, that 
                      train of thought would be derailed with a sight gag of a 
                      person cut in half and their dismembered legs standing next 
                      to them. What 
                      kept this movie from being an absolute disaster was the 
                      acting. Well, the lead acting at least. Reilly, arguably 
                      the only real actor in the bunch (he had an Oscar nom for 
                      Chicago), holds the scattershot story together. It’s 
                      truly Reilly’s commitment to the character of Dewey 
                      Cox that makes any of the peripheral comedy even remotely 
                      funny. If he can’t pull off the innocence of the newly 
                      created rock star, then the corruption scenes of him wouldn’t 
                      work. If he can’t pull off the aging musician burdened 
                      with a life of hard ups and downs, then the wackiness of 
                      his trials and tribulations wouldn’t be funny. Reilly 
                      brings his “A” game to this movie, and it’s 
                      almost the best thing about it. He’s 
                      helped by the super-talented SNL vet Kristen Wiig. 
                      She lays it down as Cox’s first wife and she actually 
                      adds a little depth to her throwaway role. Personal favorite 
                      Jenna Fischer (The Office) plays Cox’s mistress 
                      and eventually his second wife. She is fun and sexy, and 
                      ultimately works, but is basically just a phoned in performance. 
                      Speaking 
                      of phoned in performances, the film is littered with them 
                      and at first you think that they might actually be funny. 
                      At every smile inducing cameo, you feel as if an even bigger 
                      comedic payoff is coming, but it doesn’t. It just 
                      feels like what it is, all the Apatow crew filling in for 
                      real actors in order to either just be able for all those 
                      friends to work together or the hopes that fans of Apatow 
                      will giggle at the sight of their fav guys and gals. Don’t 
                      get me wrong, Apatow’s crew is very talented and funny, 
                      but perhaps under the direction of Jake Kasdan, he just 
                      let them be themselves and didn’t actually try to 
                      direct them. Probably 
                      the greatest thing about Walk Hard is the music. 
                      You can’t have a parody of a musical biography and 
                      not have the goods in the soundtrack department. The Walk 
                      Hard soundtrack is not only funny, but it’s good, 
                      solid music. I found myself many times, tapping my toe once 
                      the music kicked in. The music easily kept me happy during 
                      many of the lulls in this movie.Also, 
                      Walk Hard has one of the best end of the credits 
                      gags in probably all time. So if you do go to see it, make 
                      sure you stay till the end of the credits. You’ll 
                      be glad you did. Overall, 
                      Walk Hard is fun, but it misses its chance to truly 
                      be great. It could have been a true music bio parody that 
                      completely speared the genre, but in the end it ended up 
                      merely being a parody of itself.  It’s 
                      almost as if there were two children, one being a good, 
                      talented and gifted, Walk Hard and a dumb, self 
                      important, silly Walk Hard and one of them died. 
                      And sadly in this case… the wrong kid died.
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