Johnny Cash always has stage presence and his earthy wife, June Carter Cash, always manages to enliven a song, but this is one of the weaker concert films I've seen in a while.
The Man in Black sings a few of his warhorses, including the beyond-strange "Delia's Gone," and he engages in a bit of soul-searching about life being a fight between doing good and doing evil, but he doesn't quite seem to be all-there in this flick.
This was 1994, and Cash clearly had lost some of his passion. There's a bit where he's either trying to kiss June's cheek or whisper in her ear and she seems embarrassed and even possibly avoiding his touch -- all just a tad uncomfortable.
Cash keeps within character by not even cracking a smile during his set but he ends his performance with a really weak paean to the crowd in which he sings that he hopes to see them again.
You have to feel for the guy but this probably isn't why you tuned in.
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