On one level it's incredibly lightweight - there's no character development & no psychological depth - but it's obvious that Coppola sees something of himself in Tucker & is positioning the film less as a conventional biopic than as a statement about independence & how difficult it is to create original works within a system controlled by large corporations. It's here where the film & its bold stylisations work best.
Spirited and upbeat slice of American nostalgia. A case for fading American Dream, cut and sold to the big guys. Unlike in "Peggy Sue" and "Cotton Club", Coppola spends a little more time arguing how it happened, while still nursing his daydream about how good it was. And it is an enjoyable daydream, even if the background family story seems undone, and the overall tone too cartoonish at times.