As proud diehard Americana/alternative-country music lovers, my friends and I anxiously awaited the arrival of the much-anticipated film Crazy Heart. After all, every social subgroup seemed to eventually get their token movies; skaters, break-dancers, cheerleaders, cab drivers, line-order cooks, vampires, bowlers, etc. It appeared that fans of down and out Nashville-renegade singer/songwriters had finally earned their first meaningful representation on the big screens of our little central-Pennsylvania town since Robert Duvall’s memorable turn in 1983’s Tender Mercies....