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But for this goopy, corny Country and Western drama? Well, probably not. He's good – but then he's always good – as Bad Blake, a sozzled, four-times married, broke 57-year-old country crooner and the "wrangler of love" whose "career is going nowhere". Bad (real name Otis) stumbles from bar to bar across the Midwest; sometimes mid-set he staggers backstage (i.e. where the garbage is) to puke. The band play on without him. Lord alone knows what Maggie Gyllenhaal's comely single-mom journalist sees in this wizened, grumbling old soak. A man who readily admits he was "never famous for my charm". However, he's clearly admired and a blend of Robert Duvall's kindly barman, Colin Farrell's wildly successful C&W singer and Gyllenhaal pulls his sweaty socks up. The Dude abides.
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