Keep smilin' through Preston Tucker (as Jeff Bridges played him and as he appears in stills during the closing credits) may have actually been an energetic, gregarious, generous, optimistic, (manic?) and loving man. There is a real pleasure in watching this persistent, lovable lug who always (always!) wears a "canary who ate the cat" expression (as his wife's character describes him) through all his many turmoils. Trouble is, liberal Hollywood gets a hold of his story, Coppola in particular with his own axes to grind, and its loses all nuance. The "sytem", the government, big business, the SEC, Truman, Detroit, the Atom Bomb, Japanese internment camps are all trashed in this sanctimonious "feel good" treatment of what might have been a more thoughtful story. But hey, the atmosphere, especially the clothes, are great, although one has trouble believing that in the late 1940's everyone's clothes, radios, furniture was all as shiny and spanking new as the 50 beautiful "Tuckers" right off the assembly line.