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Thursday, April 9, 2020 — 5
Arts
The Michigan Daily — michigandaily.com

MCA NASHVILLE

MUSIC REVIEW

If you were a country music fan in 2014,

you either loved, or loved to hate, Sam Hunt.

His unabashed devotion to mashing R&B

into country music and his clean cut, city-boy

image made for scathing fan debate fodder.

Whether you sang along to his clever twists

of phrasing out loud or under your breath,

Hunt’s music was unavoidable. Nearly every

track on his debut album Montevallo became

a hit. Then, for the most part, he disappeared.

Hunt’s
return
with

his sophomore effort

Southside
finds
him

with some explaining

to do and with the

potential
to
become

even more divisive.

Despite
having

nearly six years to put

it together, Southside

is
incredibly
messy.

Following up a massive

success
is
tricky

enough, and Hunt’s lack

of commitment to any

particular
direction

only exacerbates the

problem. The result is a Frankenstein’s

monster of an album. Not only are there

chunks of country, pop and R&B, but songs

released in years past have been haphazardly

sewn onto the body of work as well. The

project is falling apart at the seams; Southside

feels like it’s trying to separate into two

different albums.

The album opener “2016” is promisingly

subdued. Hunt retraces the choices he made

that year, now wishing he could “put the

whiskey back in the bottle / put the smoke

back in the joint” and devote all of 2016 to his

longtime on-again, off-again girlfriend (now

wife), Hannah. It’s refreshing. Hunt swaps

his cool guy persona and heavy reliance

on hip-hop beats for an honest, apologetic

country sound. Logistically, “2016” is a

useful explanation for why Southside took so

long. Hunt has struggled a lot with fame and

preserving his relationship — experiences

that should amount to a substantive album.

That’s why the next track and current

single “Hard to Forget”

is such a let down. It’s

irritatingly
catchy

radio candy. Listening

through
the
album,

one
can’t
help
but

feel duped. For every

glimmer of hope that a

mature and grounded

Sam Hunt will emerge,

there’s a song like the

patronizing “That Ain’t

Beautiful” that dashes

it. The potential for a

self-aware,
growth-

centered album peeks

through in Southside,

but so does an album that’s merely trying to

replicate his earlier Montevallo — and Hunt’s

indecision leaves him with neither.

One throughline in Southside is that

country fans’ genre quarrels have clearly

gotten
under
Hunt’s
skin.
Traditional

country instrumentation has been lathered

over top of this R&B-driven record a bit

unevenly. On the tail end of the otherwise

pop heavy “Young Once,” the listener catches

a fiddle solo. “Hard to Forget” samples the

1953 country song “There Stands the Glass”

by Webb Pierce. “Let It Down” pulls off

the country R&B combination best. Hunt

talk-raps until the chorus bursts into a

recognizably country riff complete with

pedal steel, dobro and banjo.

For all of Southside’s identity crises, the

album’s biggest head-scratcher is its inclusion

of the track “Body Like a Back Road,”

which was a hit two years ago. Alongside

“Downtown’s Dead,” another single from

2018, these tracks feel like zombies on a

project that’s supposed to breathe new life

into Hunt’s artistry. That’s why “Breaking

Up Was Easy in the 90’s” elicits a sigh of

relief. The social media savvy break up

anthem confirms that Hunt still has it. “It”

being the ability to smooth-talk his way into

an infectious just-barely-country song.

The only forgivable inclusion of an old

Hunt song is the album closer “Drinkin’

Too Much.” Like “2016,” this song has

shock-value. “I’m sorry I named the album

Montevallo,” Hunt confesses, Montevallo

being the name of his wife’s hometown. He

goes on to detail their rocky relationship,

then calls her out by name, even though he

acknowledges that she wants her privacy. It’s

painful and raw and unfair. Still, “Drinkin’

Too Much” holds the key to why Hunt’s

country rap experiment worked in the first

place — the genres intersect in brutally

honest storytelling.

With Southside, Hunt holds onto his

titles: the first mainstream country rapper,

the most controversial artist in Nashville

and, yes, the “Drake of country music.” But

he’s sloppy about it. Hopefully it won’t take

another six years for him to get a little more

vulnerable.

Sam Hunt’s ‘Southside’ is a monster of an album

KATIE BEEKMAN

Daily Arts Writer

FILM NOTEBOOK
Revisiting Hollywood and Bollywood, side by side

SABRIYA IMAMI

Daily Arts Writer

I grew up watching Bollywood movies. I sang the

songs even though I didn’t know what I was saying,

I did the dances despite the fact that I couldn’t (and

still can’t) dance and I watched the stories unfold

onscreen, enthralled by the colors, the music and the

beauty. It wasn’t until I was older, maybe a teenager,

when my mom burst my naive childhood perception

of Bollywood by saying: “You know these are all

copies of American movies, right?” No. I did not

know that. However, once I came to that realization

and began watching some of those American movies,

I was shocked by how similar they were. I decided

to rewatch some of these Hollywood and Bollywood

pairings to compare them and see just how similar

they were once placed side by side.

“Hitch” (2005) and “Partner” (2007)

“Partner” is by far the most obvious remake of

its Hollywood counterpart, “Hitch.” Both feature

a “cool guy” who fixes up a “not-so-cool guy” with

the girl of his dreams even though she’s way out

of his league, while simultaneously falling in love

himself. I mean, there are some scenes that are

exact recreations of the original: the boardroom

scene, the whistling scene, even the scene where

Albert (Kevin James, “Paul Blart: Mall Cop”) sprays

water on his pants is exactly copied in “Partner”

when the same thing happens to Bhaskar (Govinda,

“Happy Ending”). The two films are so similar that

the creators of “Hitch” may have threatened suit

against the creators of “Partner.”

There are some differences though, I’ll admit.

For example, I don’t recall a five-minute segment of

a missile chasing Alex (Will Smith, “Men in Black”)

on a jet ski in “Hitch,” do you? Well, that did happen

to Prem (Salman Khan, “Kuch Kuch Hota Hai”) in

“Partner.” There also isn’t a mob boss who’s after

Sara (Eva Mendes, “The Other Guys”) in “Hitch,”

though there is one after Naina (Lara Dutta, “Don

2”). Despite the shocking similarities — and some

glaring differences — “Partner” is much less refined

than “Hitch.” Salman Khan cringily swaggers

as a “love guru,” whereas Will Smith confidently

strides in his role of the “date doctor.” Kevin James

thoughtfully pauses in his character’s attempt to

win over Allegra Cole (Amber Valletta, “Gamer”),

but Govinda thoughtlessly obsesses in his pursuit of

Priya Jaisingh (Katrina Kaif, “Dhoom 3”).

The characters in “Partner” feel like caricatures

compared to their more mature and believable

Hollywood counterparts. The whole film is a little

ridiculous, complete with awful special effects and

scenes that leave you in jaw-dropped horror due

to the sheer awkwardness unfolding on screen.

However, I’ll admit: It’s hilarious.

“When Harry Met Sally” (1989) and “Hum

Tum” (“Me and You,” 2004)

I know that there’s a Bollywood movie called

“When Harry Met Sejal” that is a more obvious

remake of the classic rom-com “When Harry Met

Sally,” but “Hum Tum” is definitely the original

remake. Similar to “When Harry Met Sally,” “Hum

Tum” follows two characters who run into each

other many times over the course of their lives

until they fall in love. Not surprising in Bollywood,

though, “Hum Tum” is much more unnecessarily

dramatic than “When Harry Met Sally.” There

were even parts of “Hum Tum” that my mom used

to skip because she thought it would be too sad for

us to watch. Another difference between the two

films is that “Hum Tum” has a cartoon aspect in

it; Karan’s (Saif Ali Khan, “Kal Ho Naa Ho”) comic

book characters Hum and Tum fight and debate

often on whether or not girls and boys can be just

friends, which is of course, a common topic for

debate in “When Harry Met Sally.”

The relationship between Rhea (Rani Mukerji,

“Kuch Kuch Hota Hai”) and Karan is a little more

chaotic than Harry (Billy Crystal, “Forget Paris”)

and Sally’s (Meg Ryan, “Sleepless in Seattle”), too.

They “meet” more times and face more difficulties

than their Hollywood versions because they don’t

become friends for a while. And when they do

become friends, Karan tries to set Rhea up with one

of his friends, not realizing that she likes him. All in

all, it is very dramatic. I won’t lie, though: Maybe it’s

because I watched “Hum Tum” before I watched

“When Harry Met Sally,” or maybe it’s because

“Hum Tum” has some really great songs, but I like

“Hum Tum” more. That might be blasphemous to

Hollywood traditionalists, but I honestly don’t care.

“John Tucker Must Die” (2006) and “Ladies

vs. Ricky Bahl” (2011)

“John Tucker Must Die” is probably one of

the best examples of a cliche high school rom-

com. There’s a basketball star, a cheerleader, a shy

nobody … basically all the essentials. “Ladies vs.

Ricky Bahl” isn’t quite like that, I’ll admit, but there

are some huge similarities, the most prominent

being that there are three girls who team up and

recruit a fourth girl to get revenge on a guy. The

biggest difference, though? In “John Tucker Must

Die,” the male protagonist is a high school playboy,

and in “Ladies vs. Ricky Bahl” the guy is a high-

stakes conman. So in “John Tucker,” the girls

want revenge on John (Jesse Metcalfe, “Christmas

Under the Stars”) because he was cheating on all

three of them at the same time, but in “Ricky Bahl”

the girls want to con Ricky to get their money back

from him.

These movies aren’t the exact same — that’s

clear. But the endings of the films are probably

what set them apart the most. “John Tucker” ends

with Kate (Brittany Snow, “Pitch Perfect”) parting

somewhat amicably with John Tucker and moving

on to a different love interest, whereas “Ricky Bahl”

closes with Ishika (Anushka Sharma, “Band Baja

Baaraat”) and Ricky (Ranveer Singh, “Band Baja

Baaraat”) beginning a genuine, con-free romantic

relationship. These movies may be pretty different,

but they’re similar enough that it’s hard not to draw

comparisons between them. However, I’ll admit:

“John Tucker Must Die” has that iconic rom com

appeal which makes it a little more enjoyable and

lighthearted than “Ricky Bahl.”

“Dead
Poets
Society”
(1989)
and

“Mohabbatein” (“Love Stories,” 2000)

When I found out that people compared “Dead

Poets Society” and “Mohabbatein,” I wasn’t sure

that I agreed. After watching the films, I’m still

not totally sure that I do. However, there are some

obvious similarities that you can’t ignore. In both

films, there is a teacher who has unconventional

ideas and changes the lives of his students by

teaching them to defy conformity. In “Dead

Poets Society,” Mr. Keating (Robin Williams,

“Mrs. Doubtfire”) teaches his students about

individuality through literature and poetry … but

in true Bollywood fashion, Raj Aryan (Shah Rukh

Khan, “Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham”) teaches his

students about individuality through music and

love. That isn’t entirely surprising, given the fact

that the title “Mohabbatein” literally means “love

stories.” “Dead Poets Society” is an incredible,

meaningful film that has you sobbing by the end,

but “Mohabbatein” is not even close to that. It’s

three and a half hours of cheesy, forced love stories

and very few good songs, which is what really

makes it a Bollywood disappointment to me.

‘Southside’

Sam Hunt

MCA Nashville Records

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