Cadillac Records

It's amazing how a perfectly average movie like Cadillac Records can be such a source of enjoyment.
The reason is the amazing music of Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Chuck Berry, Little Walter, and Etta James, rerecorded and sung quite decently by the wonderfully game cast of the film (Jeffrey Wright, Mos Def, Cedric the Entertainer, Beyonce, Eamonn Walker, etc).
The movie is about the story of Chess Records, founded by Leonard Chess (Adrian Brody, going through the motions) and about the real birth of rock & roll, which if you don't know this by now, was fully created by Black artists, who were cheated out of their royalties because geniuses that they were, they came from humble origins and they were Black, and therefore were patronized and discriminated.
The movie is written in very broad strokes, but the personalities shine through, as does the terrible racism of the time.
The acting is all over the place. In the camp of great performances, Jeffrey Wright is mesmerizing as Muddy Waters, although I could barely understand a word he says in the film, and not only because he has a deep Mississippi sharecropper accent, but because he mumbles. Still, he comes across as a proud man, bedazzled by the surprising power of his own talent, confused about how to deal with fame, power, talent all while being Black. Mos Def is an inspired choice for Chuck Berry and his charm, intelligence and playfulness come through (he is most definitely not the bitter and uncooperative diva of Jonathan Demme's amazing documentary Hail, Hail Rock & Roll, but this is before he screwed up and went to jail and was screwed by music biz execs). He is great. Eammonn Walker is the one guy I would include in a nod for best supporting actor as Howlin' Wolf. He is almost frighteningly intense and utterly convincing. I thought Columbus Short, who played Little Walter was a huge hambone, and so, unfortunately, were the women, most notably Gabrielle Union as Muddy's wife.
Beyonce is much better here than she was in Dreamgirls. Now she can act (not her fault that director Darnell Martin does not rein in the hammier stuff) and boy, can she sing. She is gorgeous and she gives a serious, committed performance. And she may not be Etta James, but she brings power and feeling to the wonderful songs she sings. And she's paying her respects, as well she should.
At this point I have to say that Chuck Berry is everybody's Daddy and without the invention of his incredible sound and the best rock guitar riffs EVER, we'd have had no rock and roll and no pop music as we know it.
Not only was he a musical genius, but his lyrics are a hoot. This is one of my favorite songs of all time:

Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
my curiosity running wild
crusin' and playin' the radio
with no particular place to go

Riding along in my automobile
I's anxious to tell her the way I feel
So I told her softly and sincere
and she leaned and whispered in my ear
cuddlin' more and drivin' slow
with no particular place to go

No particular place to go
So we parked way out on the Ko-ko-mo
The night was young and the moon was gold
So we both decided to take a stroll
Can you imagine the way I felt
I couldn't unfasten her safety belt

Riding along in my calaboose
Still trying to get her belt a-loose
all the way home I held a grudge
for the safety belt that wouldn't budge
Crusin' and playing the radio
with no particular place to go