No one has written a review yet?
Wow.
Look, this film records a crucial point in global culture and everyone's just like "Oh, Japanese people like country music, whatever." This is the farthest western culture, Irish and English, coming to the USA, setting up in the Appalachia and further West, establishing their own style and culture derived from traditions of that Irish/English and whatever else they picked up along the way (It's America after all) and then after another hundred years there's a global war. Really an ACTUAL World War that involved everyone. In it, America and Japan fought each other on a stage largely separate from most of the other players who were in Europe. After the dust settled though, somehow, against all logic that would suggest bitterness and resentment, a boy whose home was burned up by American bombers 5 days before the end of the war becomes a huuuuuge Country Music fan. This records the furthest distillation of Western Music reaching the furthest Eastern country and taking root and flourishing by that route, and THEN coming back across and being celebrated by the culture that produced it.
It's the story of a Japanese boy who went through the bombings Americans brought in WW2, but whose eventual dream was to sing on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry, and sing Country Music in a little bar 7 days a week to anyone who would stop by, and establish Country Gold in Japan as THE Country Music festival to be at in the country.
It's a documentary that proves, I repeat PROVES, beyond a shadow of any doubt, that this world is one people, and anyone who tries to say otherwise is either in fear of losing some advantage they have based on that delusion, or is trying to manipulate people to their own end.
If the Farthest Western musicians and the Farthest Eastern musicians of the planet can get together and jam, then that's one planetary culture who gets each other, and we just need to stop pretending otherwise.