I'm not a huge Johnny Cash fan. Indeed, I own very little country music, but one of the CDs is a Johnny Cash compilation.
I don't recall when I got interested in the story of The Man in Black - but it would probably have been around 5 years ago. Some time thereafter, I heard Sarah Vowell's story entitled "The Greatest Love Story of the 20th Century" (which you can listen to here, if you've got a RealAudio player).
So, I can't really say why I felt compelled to go see "Walk the Line" tonight. And, having seen it, I may not be the most qualified to judge it. Case in point: Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon sing throughout the film, but I was convinced they were lip syncing. And, I suppose, that reveals my overall disappointment with the movie. I enjoyed the music, I was rooting for the happy ending, but I was always aware that I was in a theatre, watching actors. "Oh", says I, "there's Reese Witherspoon, being charming and cute and strong". And then, "Oh, there's that guy, not Bruce Campbell... doesn't he look like Bruce Campbell? That'd be an odd casting. Wonder what Bruce is up to these days".
But, yeah. If you ever watched a Bruce Campbell movie, and wondered what he'd look like with a guitar instead of a chainsaw, this is the movie to watch.