The Girl from the Song

Utterly predictable young adult romance. All the emotional depth of Riverdale, with about the same budget for eyebrows, the same artistic passion for two-dimensional character development, and the same target audience in mind.

I'd have rated it a 5, but the Burning Man locale is so arbitrary, I'll deduct a point for that. The artistic license for setting, generally, is absurd. The Reno airport wouldn't recognize itself in this movie. I get the whole middle-of-nowhere idea, but it sure doesn't have to start there. Let this poor emo sap run out of cab money by Wadsworth -- which he damn sure would -- and start it there. So many lazy details. The writers might have at least visited the area with their eyes open to get a better sense of what's actually there.

And the male lead is supposed to be some guitar virtuoso? The playing's OK. No one's going to fall in love with it, unless maybe you're a young, rapid-cycling manic British girl with absolutely no problems who has taken her wild-child diagnosis and decided to run with it.