‘…ridiculously skinny scowling models teeter and swagger on dangerously high heels in bikinis and filmy body suits, one topped by a stupid outsize furry hat, another clad in what looks like a cross between a puffer suit and a decompression chamber.’

Blue Moon is not a conventional biopic….it’s a poignant and moving cinematic portrait of a brilliant songwriter whose career is on the slide and whose smart talk is a cover for his desperate yearnings: for recognition, for love, for control of the alcoholic demon.