I just got done watching Pure Country (a film starring the one and only George Strait) and it’s probably one of the greatest films about a country singer named Dusty who leaves his band, finds himself, and gets back with his band in the end. And we all know there are a million films like that. So that says a lot.
George Strait does work in this movie. The rest of the cast attempts to do work and succeeds for most of the movie. I was watching this humdinger, thinking to myself, “man, there is a lot of good ole fashion wisdom in this movie that I need to apply to my life.” That’s the great thing about America, people. We have movies that teach us so we don’t have to read. God Bless America!
We are taught about the pollution in California by Pure Country
Lula Rogers: [Earl is leaning against the back of Dusty’s tour bus, breathing in the exhaust fumes] Earl, *what* are you doing?
Earl Blackstock: Just tryin’ to feel like I was back in California.
We can also learn what is wrong with this country (and you might even be surprised!)
Ernest Tucker (old grandpa farmer): People talk too damn much for my taste. Yappin’ about this or that, when he ought to be eatin’, workin’, or sleepin’. We know Harley was out late last night. We know she was a little slow on her ride, I mean, that’s no front page news! So why talk about it?
Dusty Wyatt Chandler (George Strait): I guess I see what you’re saying.
Ernest Tucker: You GUESS? NEVER guess. I mean, you gotta KNOW what you’re doing! Otherwise, you leave yourself wide open to suggestion. And that, to my mind is the problem with this whole damn country.
Please, don’t leave yourself open to suggestion. Stand by your morals and what you know is right, you lousy bums!
And last and also least, I learned that if you are a rich, famous, and super hot country singer that wears super tight wranglers and has a sexy walk, you can just get chicks (and their families) into your shows for free and sing for them and they will fall in love with you. I’m going to have to put this into effect right meow.
Also, more lastest, call people by their titles (Mr., Mrs., Ms., Dr., etc.). Don’t call them chicks (like I did earlier in this post) or dudes (jk. call them dudes all you want).
Harley Tucker: You’re quite a talented man, Mr. Wyatt
Dusty Chandler: And you’re quite a woman, Ms. Harley
Garth Brooks never made a movie this sweet. Long live George Strait!