Decades before he became
known as a reality-TV madman, Gary Busey was a promising young talent with
irrepressible energy, thriving in a broad variety of projects and even scoring
an Oscar nomination for his best performance, playing an ill-fated ’50s rock
star in The Buddy Holly Story.
Directed by first-timer Steve Rash, The Buddy
Holly Story is a thoroughly ordinary piece of work that depicts key events
during Holly’s ascent from obscurity as a Texas roller-rink performer to
international fame as a chart-topping tunesmith. This is awfully clean-cut
stuff by rock-movie standards, since Holly’s biggest professional obstacles
were ambition and perfectionism, rather than the standard rock-god foibles of
substance abuse and womanizing, so the level of drama in the picture never
rises particularly high. Still, The Buddy Holly Story is rewarding, largely because of Busey’s impassioned performance.
Stripping his gigantic frame down to slimmer
proportions, burying his blonde locks in brown dye, and hiding his eyes behind
Holly’s signature Coke-bottle eyeglasses, Busey slips into his character’s skin
while still retaining the vivaciousness that makes Busey so interesting.
Whether the actor actually captures the real Holly is a question better left to
experts, but there’s no question that Busey’s work in this picture is
consistently dynamic and naturalistic. Better still, Busey absolutely kills
during the musical scenes, since he not only did all of his own singing but also performed
the movie’s myriad tunes live during filming—there’s a good reason why most of The Buddy Holly Story’s 113 minutes
comprise full performances of classics like “It’s So Easy,” “Peggy Sue,”
“That’ll Be the Day,” and “True Love Ways.” Whenever Busey is on stage, with
hard-working supporting players Charles Martin Smith and Don Stroud playing,
respectively, Holly’s bass player and drummer, the movie sizzles.
And if some
of the surrounding narrative bits fall flat by comparison—for instance, Maria
Richwine’s performance as Holly’s wife is amiable but forgettable—the problem
is surmountable, since a theme of The
Buddy Holly Story is that Holly was a workaholic who felt most alive while
creating music. Plus, the movie can’t really do much with the circumstances of
Holly’s sudden death in a plane crash at the height of his fame, since it’s
hard to make capricious fate seem organic. Nonetheless, Rash’s loving evocation of the
’50s is appealing—all tidy surfaces and simmering youth-culture tension—and the
best parts of the movie work just fine. As the kids on American Bandstand used to say, it’s got a good beat, and you can
dance to it.
The Buddy Holly Story: GROOVY
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