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...sailors and revelers with one earring stumbling out of doors, maybe, but at least truckers and dirt farmers on a night out. But it's just a row of dirty book stores and porno booths, privacy ensured, and the old auditorium, Ryman's, which used to be the Grand Ole Opry in better days, looks like a church turned bingo hall. The Ernest Tubb Record Store is only a dingy Woolworth's--lines of cheap cowboy boots and tumbled boxes of western shirts, old George Wallace Speaks records, trick glasses that look like they're full of beer but when...
...before the meeting of this preposterous pair that Pride of the Bimbos excels. Sayles has a deadly accurate ear for Southern cracker dialect ("Chick at awl?" asks a South Carolina gas-station attendant); the jabbering at a sand-lot baseball game ("Chuckerinthereissgahcantit"); and the good-ole-boy humor ("if that woman fell down a well, you could pump ugly for a week"). Best of all, the gruff friendship between Burns and the young son of a teammate is successfully played for both laughs and pathos; as it does in all initiation tales, the moment comes when the boy must measure...
...flaky spirit. Nashville stars two dozen actors, many of whom contributed their own songs, a touch that lends the film musical cohesion (and saves on expensive music rights). By themselves, most of the tunes-and most of the people who perform them-would not pass muster at the Grand Ole Opry. But the actors are skillful enough and their tunes either sprightly or funny enough to work around this point...
...into a roadhouse where the Dancekings are playing. W.W. has no difficulty persuading the law that he is the group's manager. He goes on to convince the group that if he actually took over for them, fame and fortune-or at least a shot at the Grand Ole Opry-would be theirs...
...crowd is docile, about half black and half white, a group of refugees with the common bond of having been bombed out of a job. They are a mixture of "good ole boys" with beer bellies bulging over the belts of their double-knit slacks, trim women in stylish pantsuits and fur jackets, and young managers and technicians in three-button, charcoal gray suits. The newcomers, skittish and self-conscious at first, soon relax as they sense that they are not alone. Hardly anyone reads to kill time. Conversation is minimal and muted. Children accompanying their parents are subdued. Veteran...