Telling your audience at the very beginning of the movie that the star of the film is now dead, and how he died, doesn’t help your plot development a whole lot. That glitch is emblematic of the weight holding down Ethan Hawke’s Blaze.
Which is too bad, because Blaze had an impact on me. It is richly textured and filled with outstanding performances, especially the central one. On top of that, I loved the music. It was a great portrait of a talented and tragically flawed musical soul with whom I identified. But a movie is not a portrait. It’s a movie, something Hawke doesn’t seem to fully understand.
How so? The movie meanders all over the place, perhaps to echo the rambling nature of Blaze Foley. It doesn’t work. Focus on the story was badly needed, as some of the most salient aspects of the musician’s life were glossed over or outright omitted, while less impactful episodes were stretched thin. And a theme of mine — the power of linear storytelling — is blaring in its absence.
Blaze is a very heartfelt and honest film, so I’d love to give it a higher score. Maybe because of its meandering nature, I didn’t get the emotional connection I might otherwise. I absolutely recommend it, but can’t get past 6/10.
Comparison Notes: The most direct comparisons are to Crazy Heart, then to Walk the Line, Ray (Jamie Foxx), and other musical biographies, but perhaps the better comparison is a movie like Leave No Trace — the idea of a character who has some strong personality vectors but is fundamentally flawed.