The thunder might not roll, but it sure does bite!
The nineteen-nineties country-music boom-shot gave wanton new life to the hard won, luck-of-the-draw genre, with the old standards and moldy oldies put to the platinum pastures for the new upstarts. It’s a tale as old as time, for the most part.
And while Garth, Vince or Keith have probably not gotten around to viewing this movie, I am sure they would see themselves in the half-beatific, half-surrealist comedy Country Gold, by Oklahoma City filmmaker Mickey Reece.