Okay, I'm Saying It: 'Crossroads' is Overrated Nostalgia

Alright, alright, put down your pitchforks. I just watched 'Crossroads' (1986) again after, what, maybe 20 years? And I gotta say, folks, I'm not buying the hype. I'm seeing a lot of love for this movie, especially from guitar players, because... reasons? I get it, Ralph Macchio shredding at the end is kinda cool, but let's be real, it's cheesy as hell. And the whole 'lost Robert Johnson song' thing feels contrived. Like, we're supposed to believe some kid from Julliard (lol, Julliard) is gonna crack the code to the blues holy grail? Come on. Yeah, Ry Cooder's soundtrack is solid, no arguments there. But tell me I'm wrong when I say that Willie Brown's character, while played well by Joe Seneca, is basically just a collection of blues stereotypes. Every scene with him is like a blues cliche bingo card. Escaped from the old folks home, sold his soul, haunted past... check, check, check. It's all so... predictable. And that whole 'guitar duel' at the end? Cool concept, but it felt so staged. It was like watching a choreographed dance routine with guitars. I wanted grit, I wanted desperation, I wanted something more raw. Instead, I got pre-packaged Hollywood 'blues,' and I'm not convinced it holds up. Maybe I'm just dead inside, I dunno. Maybe I'm missing something. Look, I'm not saying it's terrible, just that it doesn't deserve the near-universal praise it gets. It's a fine, forgettable, little movie. I'd rather just listen to Robert Johnson, thanks. Anyone else feel this way, or am I alone on this one?