Some of my very earliest memories involve the music my parents would play me. Whatever was on the radio, whatever was on the TV, their records, their tapes. Considering neither one of them were especially musically inclined, they sure loved to surround their children with music.

Where my father was concerned, a lot of that music came from The Beach Boys. So before I knew who Brian Wilson was, or how fascinating his story was, I was singing his songs and hitting the high notes.

Shut up.

So while I believe there is a good movie to be told about him and his sandbox, I’m not entirely sure that this will be it. Though I am curious to know if Paul Dano can keep up his streak of getting his ass kicked in every one of his films.

Give it a look, and let me know what you think. I’ll be over here listening to Smiley Smile.