As has-been country singer Bad Blake (great name), Bridges looks like something scraped off the bowling alleys he's been reduced to playing. His beard redefines scraggly. His guitar can't hide his gut. His voice croaks from cigarettes, booze and one-night stands that earned him four divorce decrees. But this Bad boy can write songs and sing them like they're torn from his insides, even though Bad's headliner days are behind him and he has a habit of puking between songs. It's a juicy, career-crowning role, and Bridges — a master of subtle brilliance — plays the hell out of it. The Oscar was long overdue.