Erica got Coal Miner's Daughter for an early Christmas present and in the course of watching it I realized that I've never actually seen the whole thing--TBS syndrome strikes again. At times it seems to be skipping furiously through Loretta Lynn's life to fit the whole thing into an 125 minute movie, and a huge section of the third act--a long sequence of song performances--seems like more fan service than artful biography, but overall there are enough deft brushstrokes that the sketchiness works--I really do feel like I got the sense of Lynn's life.
FuzzyCo grade: A-
