The 59th movie on AFI's list is the Robert Altman film Nashville. It's a typical Altman film with a giant ensemble cast, realistic dialogue and a rambling plot. It follows a few days in Nashville's country and gospel music industry in the 1970's.
The movie's music is meant to be a snapshot of the real Nashville's music in the 1970's. And boy-howdy, country music was in a bad place back then. On the scaffolding of cowboy ballads, folk music and songs about unfaithful wives was built a teetering Babylon of maddening pretention where untrained singers screeched above full orchestras, when early synthesizers beeped and booped next to the howl of slide guitar, when nauseating, nasal male voices told you in no uncertain lyrics exactly what to think. The lumbering adult-contemporary beast opened wide its maw, gobbled Hank Williams Jr. and took a shit on 70's culture. That rhinestone-encrusted piece-a'-shit was country music from this era.
Nashville is many things bad. It's a black comedy that isn't very funny. It's a snapshot of a musical genre that deserves infamy and scorn. It's another reason I have to curse Robert Altman's name and progeny, and yet another selection from the supposed 70's golden age of cinema that just bores not just the hell, snot and shit out of me, but the lymph, earwax and spinal fluid.
In conclusion: Fuck. Nashville.
1/2 a repetative refrain of "It Don't Worry Me" out of 100