Are people just not very popculture-savvy, or is it just me?
No offense to anyone specific, honestly, but...
Why doesn't anybody seem to realize that Buddy = Buddy Holly? Buddy Holly, whose dying day was "the day the music died" - February 3, 1959, when Buddy, "Big Bopper" Richardson and Ritchie Valens passed on in the most tragic plane accident in music history. Buddy Holly, ever the neatly dressed one, always with a very specific style of glasses with thick, black frames. Buddy Holly, one of the greatest classic rock guitarists of all time. Buddy Holly, the nice guy, the odd one out. For Jebus's sake, people! It's not Elvis's guitar, it's BUDDY's guitar!
On a more general note, contrary to what seems to be the common opinion among the unwashed masses, I think it's an absolutely brilliant film. The way it seamlessly combines Kurosawa-style samurai drama and spaghetti western á la Sergio Leone with "The Wizard of Oz", post-apocalyptic genre fiction and shades of Jodorowsky's "El Topo" into an allegory of the history of rock music and western pop-culture at large, is just too clever and intricate to describe in under ten thousand words... And apparently too clever for some to notice at all, judging by most of the negative comments that bash it as just a stupid action flick that doesn't even make sense.
And, while all those tons of subtext are going in the background, it also manages to be a FREAKIN' COOL MOVIE in its own right. Five thumbs up !(I rounded up some friends to help with that, in case you're wondering.)
Of course it's not mainstream, it's not simple or easy to grok, it's not typical Hollywood, it sure ain't no summer blockbuster, but it still kicks ass - not despite, but rather because of all that. But then, you only see in a film what you look for, and if straight-up dumbed-down Hollywood action is all you want, I'll admit there's not much here...
"Float away, little butterfly. Just flutter away. I got a gig in Las Vegas, and the wastelands ain't no place for kids."