THE GENERAL IDEA

You don’t know me (most likely). But this guy Jimmy (Ron Eldard, in an affectingly understated performance) in “Roadie” is me. Not in every aspect of his life, certainly. But in essence.

THE GOOD

Jimmy cherishes, and largely lives in, the past. It is an intimate history, though fraught with it’s share of painful memories, that inspires intensely felt emotions of a carefree youth. And much of this joy is generated by a deep, abiding love of an intoxicating (both viscerally and literally) siren sound. It is the powerful, so often times overpowering, beautiful noise of Rock ‘n Roll. It permeates not just the atmosphere, but also the soul, with it’s rapturous allure.

The only problem is, ya gotta grow up. Or not. Jimmy has decided to pursue a path based on the latter. His is a personal resolution which has perpetuated an adolescent sensibility well into his ’40’s. And now maturation and responsibility may finally not be just be knocking on his door. They’re kicking the son-of-a-bitch down.

THE BAD

Some of what we get with “Roadie” may be considered overly small, petty and sophomoric against the backdrop of this mostly serious character study. The grown-up and now married to each other versions of the principal high school bullies and belittlers who tormented a teenage Jimmy played by Bobby Cannavale and Jill Hennessy comprise the collective case in point. They serve their purpose in terms of the “you can leave high school, but high school never leaves you” plot device. But perhaps that function is a bit overserved here.

OVERALL

In the end, “Roadie” leaves us with the sense that maybe you can go home after all. And loved ones may actually be damn proud of you and what you’ve done with your life. Even if such sentiment is never expressly spoken.

And, ultimately, we witness touching confirmation that a son always loves his Mother. And vice versa.

Always.