Amazon Prime Video original film Crazy Heart was released December 16th, 2009.
#CrazyHeart made $47.4M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 90%
metacritic: 83
imdb: 7.2
oscars: 2 wins
golden globes: 2 wins
SAG awards: 1 win
Bad Blake
Otis ‘Bad’ Blake is an aging country superstar in Nashville, Tennessee.
Best Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role
1 win: 2010
Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama
1 win: 2010
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Leading Role
1 win: 2010
“♪ I’ve been loved and I’ve been alone ♪ All my life I’ve been a rollin’ stone ♪ Done everything that a man can do ♪ Everything but get a hold on you ♪ Done everything that a man can do ♪ Everything but get a hold on you ♪ ” — Bad Blake
“Oh. Jack, you bastard. Fuckin’ bowling alley. Shit. Jesus God. Hey, there. Long, but good. Yeah. Played Clovis, New Mexico last night. I saw some pretty country. Glad to be here. I’ll take a McClure’s up with a beer back, darlin’. Oh, it’s on the tab. I’m Bad Blake, darlin’. I’m– well, hell, I am the band. Damn. Did he? Well, if you and Jack have an agreement, we’re gonna have to stick to that. But don’t you worry yourself about it. How much? Hold that, would you please?” — Bad Blake
“Huh? Why, that fucker’s still sellin’. What about his new album? I’m gonna get off the road here in a couple weeks. I can get right to it. Oh, shit. New material. You know I don’t have any new material. Nothin’ wrong with the old stuff. That son of a bitch. He has a lifetime pass on the gravy train. Jack, you jerk-off. You get your ass out here to Clovis-goddamn-New Mexico, you play in the piano bar of some fuckin’ bowling alley, get up the next morning at 5:00 and drive 300 miles, with hemorrhoids so bad, feels like you got a nest of fire ants up your ass… then you tell me about the gravy train. You and Mr. World Famous Tommy Sweet– both of you try that sometime.” — Bad Blake
“Keep talkin’. Keep talkin’. Jesus God. Jack. Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me. I’m 57 years old. I’m broke. I got ten dollars in my pocket. Yeah. Fuck you. Goodbye. Mmm. You got it. ‘I don’t know’ for Beverly. You’re kidding me. Why, thank you. Hey. ‘I Don’t Know’ for Beverly.. and Bill. All right, hold on. Hold on. Oh. Yeah, of course. Oh. Why, just as soon as you can and as often as you can. That’s the secret. Come here. Yeah, I got some– some lead sheets here if y’all can read music. Cord charts if you can’t. Here. Take this CD. That’s for you. Here’s your whole kit. And there’s a playlist in there. Watch your hand. All right, I’m gonna meet you over there. You guys go on.” — Bad Blake
“Lead? Son, are they paying you more than they’re paying me? Listen to the CD. Listen good, and, uh, go over those lead sheets. I’ll be over in about an hour. I’m gonna grab some supper. Son, I’ve played sick, drunk, divorced and on the run. Bad Blake hasn’t missed a show in his whole fuckin’ life. Not even playin’ a fuckin’ bowling alley backed by a bunch of hippies. Ah. You sure they ain’t paying you more than they’re paying me? Come on. Showtime.” — Bad Blake
“Go to ‘C.’ Now ‘F.’ ♪ I used to be somebody ♪ But now I am somebody else ♪ I used to be somebody ♪ Now I am somebody else ♪ Who I’ll be tomorrow ♪ Is anybody’s guess ♪ I was cleared of all the charges ♪ With money, women and my health ♪ I was cleared of all the charges ♪ With money, women and my health ♪ But now that I’m a brand-new man ♪ You belong to someone else ♪. Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Oh. It’s wonderful to be here in Pueblo with you all tonight. And I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s to give you people what you want. Otherwise, you won’t want anything ever again. Well, here’s a song I’m hopin’ some of you are gonna want. It goes out especially to my dear friend Bill and Beverly. God bless ya.” — Bad Blake
“Aw, shit. ♪ Baby, I don’t know ♪ Here we go. Oh, thank you, Pueblo. Thank you, thank you. Y’all drive safely, and, God willing… we’ll all get together again here real soon. Sounds real good. Real good. It’s been a long time since I played with a good piano player. Mighty fine, Wesley. You work before? Oh. Well, sure nice to run into somebody on the road who really is good. It’s gonna be a pleasure. ‘Bad,’ buddy. ‘Bad.’ What can I do for you? Ah. Well, I haven’t done one of them for years, but, yeah, you send your little niece around. I’ll be glad to help her out.” — Bad Blake
“You wanna play a little? Who the hell are you? Oh. Oh. Uh… yeah, I just, uh– I just got out of the shower. I’m havin’ dinner. No, no, no. Just wait outside. Let me get my clothes on. Jesus God. Be right there. Hi. Come on in. No, no. Uh, no– no pictures. You want some steak or… a potato or something? Which? Oh, that’d be all right. You want no roll or nothin’? All right. Sit on right down. Mind if I eat? Go ahead. That’s fine.” — Bad Blake
“Mmm. My daddy. He had this old… Washburn steel-string. He couldn’t play a lick on it. I, you know, picked it up, started foolin’ with it. Guess that’s how. Bunch of people you probably never heard of. Lulu Belle and Scotty, Emmett Miller. Georgia Wildcats. You ever hear of them? Nah, I didn’t figure you did. How about Hank Williams? Mmm. Gene Autry? You know, Waylon and them boys? You want a drink? Oh, yeah. We all owe our existence to them Delta boys. Play baseball. I was pretty good, too, you know, for a while there. I couldn’t hit the curveball. Well, I just figured I’d stick with the guitar, you know? Son of a bitch stayed where he was supposed to. How about you? You always wanna be a writer? But now you do? Yeah. Amen. You married? One of those things you don’t wanna do again? Yeah. How the hell do you know? Jesus Christ. Four times. Come on. Four times.” — Bad Blake
“Two things I don’t wanna talk about– multiple marriages and Tommy. I’m Bad Blake. I wasn’t born Bad. When I die, my tombstone will have my real name on it. Until then, I’m just gonna stay Bad. Mmm. Maybe, maybe not. Sweetie, I’m gonna have to start gettin’ goin’ here. Well, let’s see how it goes, huh? I appreciate you having to do your work. I understand that. But let’s just see how it goes. So, Wesley’s, uh, what, your cousin? Oh. That boy sure can play piano. All right now.” — Bad Blake
“♪ I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go ♪ Seein’ who I shouldn’t see ♪ Doin’ what I shouldn’t do ♪ Bein’ who I shouldn’t be ♪ I never meant to hurt no one ♪ I just had to have my way ♪ If there’s such a thing as too much fun ♪ This must be the price you pay ♪ It’s funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ ♪ For a little while ♪ Funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ ♪ For a little while ♪ You never see it comin’ till it’s gone ♪ It all happens for a reason ♪ Even when it’s wrong ♪ Especially when it’s wrong ♪ Wesley! Hey. All right. Oh. Why, thank you. Hi, Ann. Have you? Oh, that’s better than me. Well, I would, but I promised a reporter an interview. Another time would be fine. I gotta get back to work. I’d love to– right now.” — Bad Blake
“Thank you, Santa Fe. I’ll be here one more night. This goes out to Ann. ♪ I’ve been loved and I’ve been alone ♪ All my life I’ve been a rollin’ stone ♪ Done everything that a man can do ♪ Everything but get a hold on you ♪. I did. If you’d been doin’ it as long as I have, you’d know these things.” — Bad Blake
Jean Craddock
“Mr. Blake? Oh. Uh, I’m Jean Craddock from the Sun Scene. I’m Wesley Barnes’s niece. I’m here for the interview. I’m sorry. I’ll just come back. When’s a good time for you? All right. All right. I’m so sorry. I should have called. No. How about later? Pictures. Maybe on stage? All right. Thank you. All right. No. Tape recorder okay? All right. You always dress for dinner? So, how’d you learn music? Right. And what were you listenin’ to?”
“Uh, no, I never heard the Georgia Wildcats. Right. Lefty Frizell? No, thank you. So, you said… you feel like your music is also influenced by the blues? Son House, Big Bill Broonzy. You ever want to do anything else? I didn’t know what I wanted for a long time. Well, now I know what I don’t want to do again. I was. Not unless it’s right. Oh, you tell me. You’ve been married five times. You gonna make another album with Tommy Sweet? Right. What’s your real name? It’s an awful long time for people to have to wait to find out. You a daddy? You got any kids?”
“All right. Can you give me just another half an hour after the show? Okay. All right. Thank you. He’s my uncle. All right. Thank you. So, how did you– you played a gospel song in a bar. How’d you get away with that? How’d you know?”
Jack Greene
“Hey, Bad, this is Jack. Listen, I didn’t wanna tell you this till you came off this swing, but– the label cut So Sweet, So Bad. Well, it was slowin’ down a lot. You know what? Chains don’t want it anymore. Plus Tommy Sweet’s got nine albums out there now. Tommy wants to know if you got any new material. Tommy thinks he’s leaning too heavy on the old stuff. He doesn’t want people to think he’s riding the gravy train. Hey, Bad, who’s asking who for a record here? Why don’t you sit down and write some songs, huh? What’s the matter? Can’t do it anymore? I’m tired of listening to your griping at everything. You– you’re capable of it.”
“You keep goin’ out every fuckin’ night drinking. I sent you money when you were still in Texas. So spend it wisely, my friend.”
Santa Fe, New Mexico
“Oh, thanks, Mr. Blake. That means the world to me. I’m Wesley Barnes. Oh, when I was a kid. I just do this for fun. Well, for fun and a couple extra dollars. Can I ask you a favor, Mr. Blake? You know, I hate to impose, especially since we just met. But, see, I got this niece, and she’s a writer. She’s tryin’ to be a writer. She writes local here in Santa Fe. I mean, it’s not the New York Times or anything, but anyway– she writes about music, and she would love to do an interview with you. Oh, great. Yeah, we gonna play some.”
“You– you were wonderful. You haven’t lost anything. I think you might be better than you were back then. I’m Ann. Hi. I… I have, uh, loved country music my whole life. Yeah. I even know the ‘B’ sides of your albums. I was thinking, if you weren’t doing anything after the show tonight… we could get a late dinner… or cup of coffee. That’s all right. I know you’re in town for another night. Uh, could you play… ‘Get a Hold on You’ for me?”
Pueblo, New Mexico
“Bad Blake. Welcome to Pueblo. I’m proud to meet you, sir. I’ve been listening to you for a hell of a long time. Did you have a good trip? Well, down there is the bandstand. I’ll catch up with you later, but sure is good to have you, Bad. Makes my day. And there’s no smokin’ in the alley, but you can sure finish that one.”
“$4.75. No tab. Jimmy. Tab? Mr. Blake. We have a real nice room for you over at the Starlight Inn… and, of course, all your meals are taken care of, but, uh– I’m afraid we can’t let you run a bar tab. It’s in the contract. Mr. Greene of Greene & Gold, he put that in himself. Yes, sir. $4.75. Mr. Blake, let me personally offer you all the free bowling you want. Yes, sir.”
“Here we go. All right, thank you. Thanks a lot. Mr. Blake? Oh. I’ll be goddamned-go-to-hell. It really is you, ain’t it? I can’t believe it– Bad Blake right here in my store. I’m Bill Wilson. I’m a big fan of yours. Here you go. Here you go. Here’s your McClure’s. I try to keep track of what all the stars drink. Hey, you know what? My wife, Beverly– she is one of your biggest fans. She’d flat-out die if she knew you were here. But we’re goin’ to the show tonight. And if you could sing ‘I Don’t Know” for Beverly– it’d mean the world to her. Yes, sir, old buddy, you can count on it. Oh, hey come here. Come here. I wanna be able to tell everyone… …that I bought Bad Blake a drink. No. Yes.”
“Hey, Mr. Blake. I’m Tony. Tony and the Renegades– your band for tonight. Uh, me and the boys are settin’ up over at the alley and was wonderin’ what time to start rehearsin’. Uh– um, Mr. Blake? Mr. Blake? Sorry to bother you. Um, we was just wonderin’ what time you were comin’ over. Uh, Mr. Blake? It’d really mean a lot to us if you come over a little early– and we got to go over some leads. I just thought maybe you could show is some of that old stuff like Bad’s Boys used to do. You taught Tommy Sweet how to play guitar, didn’t you? All right. Well, thank you, Mr. Blake. Appreciate it.”
“Thought you weren’t gonna show. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the Spare Room… the Wrangler of Love, Mr. Bad Blake! Hey, Mr. Blake. You all right, Bad? We’re back on. ♪ I don’t know baby where we stand ♪ What’s the future that we planned ♪ So long ago ♪ I don’t know ♪ You’d think by now that I would know better ♪ I ain’t got a lot to show ♪ I could write a song and I could write a letter ♪ I could write a book about what I don’t know ♪ My past is pretty rocky and my future ain’t long ♪ Why do I think we got a chance at all ♪ Where does the wind blow ♪ Baby, I don’t know ♪”
“Ladies and gentleman, the star of the show– the legendary Bad Blake! Have a good night. Whoo!”
