The Neon Highway

Mayes sings better than he acts; he’s no foil for that charmer Bridges, who makes every scene feel as comfortable as an old slipper and earns every tear that comes his way.

The Neon Highway cannot help itself from tripping into country cliches more than most.



What I liked about the film, is that it takes its time to put things together. Some scenes are shorter, while others longer, but altogether it fits.

The story is underwhelming, but the country music's not bad.

As freewheeling and laid-back as an old country song, this music biz drama never has much at stake—and these good ol' boys don't show much emotion—but it still manages to touch the heart.

It just can't quite find its narrative groove.

A sentimental journey of a film about second chances and the possitivity of hope.

Bridges gives a crafty, cagey performance, charming one minute, not to be trusted the next. The actor employs a sense of charm and vulnerability so effectively, you understand why Collins, who seems rather savvy, could be taken in by him.

This modest little Nashville-centric B-movie melodrama gets some things right about country music—and some things wrong.

Beau Bridges follows brother Jeff along the trail of a broke-down country singer who stumbles across one last chance at making himself heard. Every moment Bridges spends onscreen is a tuneful harmony, and every one he's not hits a sour note.