Strongly recommended. I don’t know if Muddy Waters dressed Little Walter for his funeral. I don’t know if Etta James shot pool or wept for Leonard Chess. I don’t know if Howlin’ Wolf drove an old pick-up. I don’t give a mother fuck. What I do know is that history took a proper turn when a bunch of dirt poor Black people headed North and mixed a broke-off bottle neck and a suitcase amp. Cadillac Records, directed by Darnell Martin, is a celebration of the transcendent pain and artistry emergent from that craving for a better life. And when the president of the United States and his good-looking lady danced across Washington to ‘At Last,’ the pain was redeemed. This movie is sentimental, loose as new shoes, and extremely well-acted (Jeffrey Wright, Beyonce Knowles, Eamonn Walker, Columbus Short), including a brilliant score. Willie Dixon tells the story. Don’t need no other answer.