Country Gold

Reece’s ideas don’t always fit together neatly, but by gosh he has a lot of them. It’s a treat to watch him play.

The snotty dismissiveness with which it treats country music ultimately overwhelms its intriguing qualities.

For all its formal playfulness, the film never loses its grip on the interior lives to its characters.

The fame-corrupts-the-innocent plot is an elaborate send-up, as is just about everything in the film, which hovers somewhere between a surreal Christopher Guest mockumentary and Hal Hartley’s deadpan irony.

Country Gold has a wild, fascinating kick, a movie that has the sensitivity of a liquor-drenched ballad, but has the What if? of science fiction as its North star.

What’s potentially entrancing about Country Gold is that it transcends the ordinary, crafting a fanciful new reality where anything could happen — sadly, though, not enough worthwhile does.

Country Gold, with all its simplicity and overt homages, never feels boring. Reece seems invested in innovation.

Country Gold is a cozy, easy way to get to know two characters inside and out.

The work that Mickey Reece and his collaborators do makes independent cinema a richer and more interesting place.

A pulled-punch satire of country music stardom, a Garth Brooks send-up that arrives about 20 years too late to land.