Awful and embarassing...
This movie is a crock. I wasn't expecting much, but I couldn't believe how bad it was. Okay - the theft of his corpse by his best friend Phil Kaufman - that's a great story albeit under tragic circumstances, but a great story nevertheless, and one that should have accompanied about the last quarter of a movie about Gram's ENTIRE life rather than ninety minutes of King Jackass and the WORST hippie caracature ever put on screen bumbling around like it was "Weekend at Bernies".
The director, the screenwriter, everyone involved should be embarassed.
Johnny Knoxville's only good when he's getting shot in the stomach with beanbag projectiles or attempting to jump something on a rocket skateboard and falling on his face.
The only saving grace was every square inch of Christina Applegate.
If anyone wants to know anything about Gram Parsons, first, start with his music, then read "Hickory Wind" by Ben Fong-Torres, and hopefully somewhere down the road his memory will be preserved accordingly with a better movie instead of having this amateur-hour production as a farewell piece. If you're already a fan, and you stick up for this BS, then maybe you should consider having your head checked for brain damage.