I SAW THE LIGHT [Blu-ray]

Bought for my aunt's 90th birthday. Her sister-in- law married Hank Williams and my aunt was a bridesmaid at the New Orleans wedding. She had never seen the movie and still has a CD player. Loved the real wedding pictures at the end of the show.

This was, perhaps, the most depressing movie I have ever watched, only saved by its leading actor. Tom Hiddleston did an incredible job both acting and singing. He WAS Hank Williams in this film - voice, gestures, dialect, posture. How a Shakespearean British actor could morph into a 1940s southern American country singer is beyond me. Sheer genius.

It was a gift for my mom, a huge classic country fan. But I loved this movie too. Helps that it has Tom Hidfleston, he is great in this

Everyone thinks that Hank drank himself to death. But, not entirely true. Heath problems and poor health care , I knowledgeable doctors played a role in his death.

My husband piqued my interest in viewing more of Tom Hiddleston's acting work after we both recently watched a Disneyplus series that stars a key character that is one of my husband's favorite in the series(portrayed by Tom Hiddleston). I Saw The Light features Tom Hiddleston in the role of Hank Williams. Hank Williams and Audrey Sheppard Williams (Elizabeth Olsen) are featured as dominant influences of each other during some of the earliest parts of Hank Williams music career. In addition to his music career, the various travails of Hank William's personal life are touched upon.

The film never really helped you get to know him.

I liked the movie and it was interesting to see what Hank's off stage life was like. I have read reviews talking about the movie seemed to be nothing but bickering. I believe that is probably the norm for everyone involved. If you look at the travel, day after day, drink after drink, drug after drug, everyone with their hands out wanting money, I sure could see there being a lot of bickering. If you research Hank's schedule, he was on the road almost non stop. In the movie they talk about him being offered $4,500 a week for 4 weeks to be in a movie. In 2016 money, that is almost $41,000 a week! Hank replies, he can make more than that on the road. Makes you wonder where that money went. When he died, he was living with his mom in the boarding house, and from what I have read, he had the Cadillac. I would think, living hard and going through what he went through, I would guess this movie was pretty close to what his life was. Look at the last year, gets divorced, second attempt, finds out he has another kid on the way, marries someone he really didn't know, Audrey gets an abortion and he is kicked off the Opry, and people wanted to see a film that shows the fun and great life of Hank Williams? All you have to do is listen to the music, what he writes about, what he sings about and you will hear what his life was about.

After watching the Ken Burns documentary on the history of country music and buying the book that accompanies the film and reading more about Hank Williams I saw this movie and ordered it to watch and I was very happy with the version of his story,the chapter titled “The Hillbilly Shakespeare” was accurate, never before had an entertainer been so successful in holding the audience in the palm of his hand

A charming-sad story about a great poet and songwriter Hank Williams that was superbly embodied by Tom Hiddleston.

Grande interpretazione di Tom Hiddleston, come sempre…

Je ne suis pas très portée biopic mais la, j'ai été impressionnée !Un beau film poignant, Rom Hiddleston magnifique et qui chante lui même ! Les acteurs sont tous choisit avec goûts et sont excellent dans leurs rôles ! Un film à voir !

Primero tengo que decir que amo a Hank Williams pero no había suficiente de su música en esta película, también tengo que decir que la actuación fue realmente genial pero el guión no era digno de ellos y los cortes en la película eran ridículos, yo Realmente quería ver mucho más, no había nada sobre Hank creciendo y aprendiendo guitarra, parecía ser solo un relato confuso de sus problemas de salud bien documentados y su batalla con el alcohol y las drogas, lástima que Tom Hiddleston fue decepcionado por el el escritor y el guion ahorren su dinero y compren un libro decente para aprender más de este gran artista

When I was a boy my dad would sometimes sing me to sleep at night, strumming an old box guitar, singing Country & Western tunes. He did the same for my two brothers and my sister. He played basic chords and his voice wasn’t strong but he sang the simple hard-luck songs with great feeling, as if in song he could better express himself than in life with words. All these years later I can still hear that voice and guitar.Jim Reeves, the Carter Family, Johnny Cash, Johnny Horton, Marty Robbins. These were some of his mainstays. He loved Patsy Cline too but wouldn’t sing her songs, perhaps thinking it foolish for a man to try. But of all the country singers and Grand Ole Opry stars he loved Hank Williams best.Hank was born in September 1923, my dad in November that very same year. Exact contemporaries, they survived the Great Depression together, a terrible time of privation that scarred both. My dad pinched pennies throughout his life, traumatised by the fear of destitution. It was an illusion. By the end he was nominally rich. But in his mind he was always poor, always struggling. Hank felt the same. He was the voice of struggle, hardship, loss, heartache. Like every great poet he whittled down feeling to the simplest words. That’s where his profundity lies — in simplicity.My dad, too, was simple in his ways. He was practical, Germanic in thinking. Chores, hard work, saving, investing. These were the things that got one ahead. God and religion weren’t as important, thank goodness — just social conventions. Rely on yourself and your own hard work, not God. Who knows, whoever proved, that the old greybeard was even listening? If I was a freethinker, a dissenter from an early age, it’s because my dad never bullied and threatened me with fire and brimstone. And, thinking back, it’s one of the dearest legacies he left me — a mind free enough to work things out for itself. “Your Cheatin’ Heart”, “Jambalaya”, “Honky Tonk Blues”, “Cold, Cold Heart”, “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” — he sang and loved them all. Hank touched something deep in him the way he touched millions of others.Hank had his demons. This is well known. Whiskey, pills, morphine, tobacco: all of it used in excess. He ate and slept poorly. He womanised, ran around on his wife. He had a bad back, was born with it, and it only got worse through time. But his music was honest, his art pure, and that’s why he lives on through it.In 1951, in New York City, he did the following interview with a journalist named James Dolan (or at least it was framed like this in the film):Reporter (sitting down with Hank): You don’t like doing this much, do you?Hank: It comes with the job. You know what I don’t like, it’s people saying one thing when they’ve got something else on their mind. You do what I do, get where I am, you see plenty of that: people thinkin’ they’ll make a nice pie with a slice of me.R: Well, I’m only looking to give people some insight into you: why you write what you write, sing what you sing.H: I write what I write and sing what I sing cos that’s what I do. Ain’t much choice, right?R: As an artist?H: That’s your word.R: You are offering your fans something. What would you say that is?H: Mr. Dolan, everybody has a little darkness in them. They may not like it, not want to know about it. But it’s there…Things like anger, misery, sorrow, shame. And they hear it. I show it to them. And they don’t have to take it home.R: You think that’s what they expect from you?H: They expect I can help their troubles…I reckon they think I’m some kinda Red Cross…You can write this down: folk music, hillbilly, it’s sincere. There ain’t nothing phoney in it. A man sings a sad song. He knows it’s sad.Hank came out of that darkness, that sincerity. It’s what he did, what he could do. Cliché and convention didn’t interest him. He sang from experience, the heart. He didn’t fake his way through life and art. If the songs are painful, they say what he felt. How do you write of such things without lapsing into self-pity and parody? I don’t know. It must be difficult. Somehow he could do it.A line from “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry”:“The silence of a falling star lights up a purple sky.”The silence does this, not the light. No country bumpkin could have written this. It comes from a place of suffering in the soul, a place of insight. He wouldn’t have called it art and poetry because those were not his words and meant little to him. It was the feeling that mattered. He sang what he felt, what millions feel. By making it personal he made it universal. His genius was his honesty. The bogus never interested him. There was nothing in that to sing about. All his energies went into the authentic.The standard biopic begins in youth and ends in death. This one isn’t standard. It isn’t interested in covering the life: the first guitar, band, gigs. All this can be imagined. Instead it focuses on adulthood and relationships because that’s what Hank sang about: love and its many complications.Women were central to his existence. His sensitivity came from them. He listened and cared about what they thought. They saw better than men did. They lived more deeply, unafraid of their emotions as men are. They could express them and wanted to. It was like breathing for them, oxygen. Men by comparison were always suffocating, bottled up and suppressed, fighting and brawling and cursing to let it out. Or going to war. Hank knew both sides and preferred the feminine, loved the feeling of being in a woman’s arms in bed, a place of comfort that felt like home. There he could breathe and feel free.Hank had no father, or not one he could remember. Instead he had Lilly, a dominant mother, the template for women he would love, the strong ones who could hold their own, the ones who wouldn’t be pushed around and bullied by men. He loved them for this, for refusing to be only what men wanted them to be. He hated authority and saw in women a kind of kindred spirit. Like them, he was an outsider. Like them, he would hold his own, not compromise.Audrey was his first wife, the main rival to Lilly. They fought over Hank, over his life, art, genius. Each claimed and wanted him for herself, and neither was willing to give an inch without a fight. Audrey was ambitious. She had a good head for business (unlike Hank) and wanted to be a singing star too. Country girl that she was, she loved country music. Problem is, her voice wasn’t nearly as good as she thought it was. Hank and Audrey, the duo she dreamed of, was never going to happen. She might have been able to match Hank’s stage persona, his innate charisma, his willingness to please others in song. But she couldn’t write and deliver as Hank could. There was only room for one star on stage and it was obvious to all, if not to her, that it would be Hank, not her.Their time together was passionate and turbulent. The love was real but highly complicated, complications that made his songs. Without Audrey, or one like her, such songs could not have existed. “Cold, Cold Heart” is a portrait of what Hank felt when things fell apart. It is his errant love sonnet to her.The film is faithful to what he went through: the first radio sessions, the first hit (“Lovesick Blues”), the first night on the Grand Ole Opry stage in Nashville. In between, bars and hamburger joints, cars and the highway, cheap motels, hospital rooms, stages to perform on. As time went on he became the dancing monkey on stage, the thing the world demanded. They didn’t see him that way, but he felt it. He felt everything acutely.It wore him down and out. He was always thin and frail. The body couldn’t match the heart and soul. He burned brightly but it couldn’t last. It burned itself out when his heart finally gave out, aged just 29. But you can’t measure what happened to him or what he did in years. He lived by another time standard. Fast and furious, as they say. The arc he took is the one he had to. “Ain’t much choice, right?” That’s what he told the journalist in New York. He couldn’t say no to his fate.Where is Hank in Leonard Cohen’s famous “Tower of Song”? He’s at the top, 100 floors above Leonard. Really? How could Leonard place him so high? Because Hank is the start of all things, the Book of Genesis in modern music: Chuck Berry and Eddie Cochrane and Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis before they were who they were. Elvis before Elvis. The Beatles before the Beatles. Leonard knew this. His poetry and novels would not sell. He couldn’t eat and pay his bills. So he picked up a guitar, learned a few chords, was on his way to Nashville from Montreal when he got sidetracked in New York City. Dylan, Ginsburg, Judy Collins and the others changed the trajectory of his own arc. New York for him, as it was for Dylan, would be the defining place, not Nashville. Leonard loved Hank and country but stayed true to what he really was — an urbane metropolitan, a beatnik and bohemian. Leonard in 10-gallon Stetsons and cowboy boots was a bad fit. It never could have happened, never would have looked right. But for Hank the get-up was everything. It was real and it was him.All the memories of my dad and youth flooded back as I watched this beautiful film. Others will have their own memories. I was too young to have Hank touch me directly, but touch me he did through someone else who loved him deeply.