Just to watch him die

We admit upfront that we never read a Harry Potter book, and we've never seen a Harry Potter movie. The only thing Harry Potter we've ever enjoyed is this.

And we're OK with that.

That said, this isn't about Harry Potter and the Endless Franchise of Suck Your Parents' Money Dry. It's not even about how sad we are that the li'l boy dork beat out the Man in Black this weekend at the box office.

No, this is about Mr. Phoenix and Ms. Witherspoon. We've been fans of both for awhile, especially Mrs. Phillipe.

The two of them in Walk the Line, which we saw today, really are *that* good. For instance, you forget it's them playing the roles.

But it's more than that. They have the raw emotion needed to pull off playing two country icons, and they do two things better than anything else.

One, you don't spend the whole movie seeing someone try to play someone. You really forget it's Reese and Joaquin up there. You really do.

Two, they live and loathe true love. They look in each other's eyes and the reflection is each other's souls -- and we don't mean this in awwwww-cheesefest-ways. We mean it like this: it's impossible not to understand after watching this movie that we all have that one person we look at and just know.

There's that one person that makes us better; that makes us remember that life is best lived when your best friend is walking beside you. Walk the Line reminds us of this.

Watch this movie.

And we didn't even begin to talk about what it does for aspiring rock stars. But that's another story for another day.

Soon.