If you like your movies with a giant bag of cheesy cornball intermixed with artificially saccharine pink fluff, then this is the movie for you. Hard to believe that they could make a movie where every moment, interaction and line feels entirely contrived. They also really outdid themselves on the shear volume of cringe-inducing scenes--at least one every other minute. There isn't a genuine frame in this pile of junk, even Jonathan Rhys Myers' Irish accent sounds phony, and he's Irish! It doesn't help that every time I saw Kerri Russel, I heard her screaming, "SHOW THEM YOUR FACE!" Which while the most badass scene in TV history, doesn't quite put you in the mood for a movie of this ilk. Neither does seeing Robin Williams. Or the fact that every time they zoom in on the kid playing guitar his hands magically transform into the those of a grown man, replete with hairy knuckles--just laughably bad. If you're looking for a movie about a child prodigy, then go watch "Searching for Bobby Fisher" or "Gifted," both are infinitely more authentic and hit the notes that this movie strives to hit but comes up wanting.