The film...opens with the image of galloping horses, horses, horses, horses and her speaking in present-day voice-over, narrating in that inimitable flat accent (“leanin’ on the paakin’ meter,” as she sings in “Gloria”), swiftly tallying the ups and dreadful downs, the births and deaths that had helped shape her until now.
I will have to see this in Nashville when it's released there--will not be able to wait for Netflix. Anyone up for a road trip to see Modigliani-beautiful poet/musician? (Peter P., I know you will be able to see this before I do. Please blog about it!)
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I hope it comes to Atlanta! I'd love to see this.
Oh! I need to see it too. I love her.
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