I rented Walk The Line over the weekend and watched it with Mom. It was another in a seemingly endless line of things I’ve watched rather reluctantly on Mom’s recommendation that I wound up liking. In fact, I liked it a lot.
It’s not just that the acting was good. I’ve never been a Johnny Cash fan and I knew very little about him or his life. But what a story. He and June Carter were one of those couples that just had that pull between them. Years of wrangling and fretting led them to finally coming together and building a life. This in spite of their marriages to others and his addiction issues.
So often we hear of one person in a couple not supporting the dreams and passions of the other. There’s no belief, no deep down faith. Johnny Cash’s first wife wanted the conventional — the family, the house, the man who was home every night. That his music was an integral part of who he was mattered little to her.
But June Carter fell in love with the man he was. She was in it for the long haul. It was beautiful, really. Quality entertainment. Thought provoking. Real.
Once again, Mother knows best.