Song One
A young woman strikes up a relationship with her ailing brother';s favorite musician.
14 March 1983, Johannesburg, South Africa
6 June 1988, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
1 December 1985, La Mesa, California, USA
29 April 1982, Columbus, Ohio, USA
27 December 1982, New Haven, Connecticut, USA
12 November 1982, Brooklyn, New York City, New York, USA
8 February 1953, Newport, Arkansas, USA
26 February 1981, Belleville, New Jersey, USA
December 18, 2015
If you're a Hathaway fan, this will be worth your time; she's in every scene, and builds a convincingly tense relationship with screen mom Mary Steenburgen. But if you're looking for the next Once, well, this isn't it.
January 23, 2015
There are no real surprises here, just lives played out quietly and succinctly under the seductive spell of music.
January 23, 2015
Anyone with the slightest allergy to emo-tinged millennial attitudinizing should steer clear.
March 27, 2015
Writer/director Kate Barker-Froyland doesn't bother to disguise Song One as something it's not.
June 21, 2016
t's the scenes without music that feel false, and Song One has far too many of them.
January 29, 2015
Despite the delicate shadings Hathaway brings to the role, Song One moves inexorably from wan to wearying.
January 23, 2015
In her feature debut, writer/director Kate Barker-Froyland tends to tiptoe away from the dramatic high notes that audiences often crave and comes up a stanza or two short from a fulfilling resolution.
December 21, 2015
There's something just too precious about it all.
February 03, 2015
There are only so many scenes of Hathaway tearing up while either a) staring at her brother or b) watching James strum his guitar that one can take.
January 23, 2015
Starts off as a singularly strong slice-of-life drama before dissipating into thin air.
March 24, 2015
"Song One" is an enjoyable watch, but an even better listen, its songs bringing a thoughtful melodic glow to modestly endearing material.
January 23, 2015
The film, like the world it's part of, remains just a little too precious, a little too self-involved, a little too insular. Instead of singing out, directly to us, it hums its little tune only to itself.
