This is a perfectly adequate movie version of Ernest Tubbs' then-popular radio show: a few country-western songs, a few cornball jokes and enough plot to cover the corners. I'm a banjo player myself (a rather bad one) and find the music a little oddly calculated; they seem to use a Hawaiian guitar when they should be using a Dobro and the songs tend to be dolorous for western swing, except for the seemingly inevitable harmonica solo.
Writer/director Bernard Ray had been a big noise in Gower Gulch, in the 1930s, writing, producing and directing but his career was winding down, even though he was only in his early fifties. He would direct only four more pictures over the next dozen years before dying in 1964. It shows in the production values: cheaply decorated sets.
The net result is about what you'd expect. If you're a fan of the music, you'll have a good time. If not, then not so much.
Writer/director Bernard Ray had been a big noise in Gower Gulch, in the 1930s, writing, producing and directing but his career was winding down, even though he was only in his early fifties. He would direct only four more pictures over the next dozen years before dying in 1964. It shows in the production values: cheaply decorated sets.
The net result is about what you'd expect. If you're a fan of the music, you'll have a good time. If not, then not so much.