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As the film opens on an Oklahoma farm during the depression, two simultaneous visitors literally hit the Wagoneer home: a ruinous dust storm and a convertible crazily driven by Red, the missus' brother. A roguish country-western musician, he has just been invited to audition for the Grand Ole Opry, his chance of a lifetime to become a success. However, this is way back in Nashville, Red clearly drives terribly, and he's broke and sick with tuberculosis to boot. Whit, 14, seeing his own chance of a lifetime to avoid "growing up to be a cotton picker all my life," begs Ma to let him go with Uncle Red as driver and protege. Thus begins a picaresque journey both hilarious and poignant.Written by
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Clint cast his own son Kyle as 'Whit' [nicknamed 'Hoss'], due Kyle's interest in making a movie with his legendary father. Clint was tickled pink over the idea, and had longtime girlfriend Sondra Locke coach Kyle during production. See more »
The guitar Red Stovall is playing is a Gibson L-5C manufactured around the 1970s. Although Gibson launched the L-5 in 1922, the particular instrument Red plays in the movie is definitely not from the era the movie was set in. The L-5P was launched in 1939 and was superseded by the L-5C in 1948. The letter "C" in L-5C stands for "cutaway" whereas the letter "P" in L-5P stands for "premiere". The tuners and the "Gibson" logo on the guitar's headstock are distinctly 1970s. See more »
What's so damned funny? That was my new shirt.
When you was climbing that ladder, that bull's horn missed your asshole so far!
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Despite almost every critic I've read, I think this is a real gem by Clint Eastwood. A honest, sensitive effort in the road movie tradition. The minor tone, the naive sequences soothe Red Stovall's journey to his fate. The movie also displays a touching view of the depression era in USA. Like animated Roy Emerson Stryker's pictures the photography is remarkable as well as the sound track. I've learned about lots of singers and musicians that recorded only to give a final testimony of their art. I guess stories like these deserved a movie like Honkytonk Man. Long life to Clint, one of the most underrated talents not only in Hollywood but in the rest of the world.
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