I'd imagine the throat cancer didn't exactly hinder his passing, but hey, he can rest in peace after working on this film, and I'd imagine Jeff Bridges could rest in peace if there was a chance of him passing away any time soon, because with this film, I reckon he's secured our disbelief that he's not from Texas or wherever. The film features some tunes that come courtesy of Stephen Bruton, who apparently found this project so satisfying as a testament to Americana music that he died right after working on it, knowing that it doesn't get any more American than this.
Granted, the Americana value of that kind of heartland rock is toned down by Bruce Springsteen's a super-liberal who doesn't realize how much his jingoism threatens American culture, but even with that taken out of account, this film is so country that it's loosely based on the life of Hank Thompson, and is set so deeply into its roots that it title sounds like something that someone's old uncle came up with when he was whittling on the porch or whatever. "Lay down your money and you play your heart everybody's got a crazy heart!" Man, that was cheap, especially considering that heartland rock just isn't American enough for a film like this.
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