Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story (Jake Kasdan, 2007)

Okay, listen, this is my ninth attempt at writing this review. The first seven were crap, and the eighth, which was good and completed, has been consumed by the great Wordpress god in the sky, as it were. So, you know what? Fuck it. Here’s what you need to know about Walk Hard:
1. Walk Hard is the best comedy I have seen in years. I think only Anchorman is its nearest rival this decade. Fuck Juno bullshit, if you are a fan of rock and roll even in the tiniest bit, you have found your new favorite movie.

2. There is no number two. That’s it. To start me writing more about this movie would be an invitation for me to write a novel. There is literally nothing about it I did not love. There’s no pop culture bullshit to weigh this movie down, this is going to be fresh, relevant, and funny 20, 30 years from now where most other comedies (*cough* Knocked Up *cough*) will fail like a Revenge of the Nerds sequel.
I repeat: if you like rock and roll and you like laughing, go see Walk Hard tonight.

I seriously just want to sit here and quote the movie for another 700 words, but I am going to resist. I even deleted a word out of that last sentence there because it made me want to quote the movie again. I’m just not going to spoil it for you. This movie is pure joy.
Please don’t wait for DVD. It’ll be funny on DVD, it’ll be unrated and have deleted scenes and all that, yes, but this is ridiculous fun on the big screen. You will thank me. And stay through the credits.
Just go see the fucking movie.
