I went to see Crazy Heart tonight, about 2/3 of the way through the movie, the fire alam went off and we had to evacuate the building.
This has never happened to me before, and I have been to a lot of movies. (Cue: Mr. Anonymous who will remind me of our evacuation of a cinema back in 1981...)
So I had to read a plot synopsis to find out what happened in the end.
Jeff Bridges was amazingly good, relaxed, cool, while being a gigantic loser at the same time.
I had one huge issue with the plot. Why would beautiful, YOUNG, vibrant Maggie Gyllenhaal fall INSTANTLY in love with stinky, drunk, chain-smoking OLD Jeff Bridges. It made no sense whatsoever. He was disgusting and you just know he smelled bad. Chain-smoking alcoholics who throw up on themselves smell bad. That is reality. They probably also pee their pants.
When am I going to see a movie where a boozy old chain-smoking floosie has a handsome young stud with a heart of gold fall madly in love with her at first sight? Uh...never, that's when.