We watched The Poseidon Adventure (imdb | rotten tomatoes) this weekend, another in the long line of 70s disaster films. It wasn’t terrible, but I wouldn’t call it good either. First of all, child actors should have to pass some kind of…well, screen test before appearing in things like this. Where did they find that kid? I could pull a 12-year-old off the street and he could do better. Anyway, Gene Hackman and Shelley Winters were good but the rest were just way too over the top. The effects, good for ’72, seem a little sad now. I’ll be curious to see how tonight’s TV movie and next year’s feature film remake turn out.

Walk The Line (imdb | rotten tomatoes), on the other hand, was excellent. Joaquin Phoenix did about as good a job playing an icon as you could, and Reese Witherspoon played June Carter as well as she could without really being able to replicate the voice. It was predictably biopic-y, but never veered into shmaltz or fairy tale endings. Go see.

Two things that really struck me while watching it:

1. People 10, 20, 30 years later must’ve just shaken their heads at having the good luck to see Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, Elvis Presley and Carl Perkins all in one show.
2. I miss Johnny Cash.