
I've been a Stones fanatic since the 60s, and they only recently lost me. Their boundless
(and needless)greed finally squashed out the spark of enthusiasm I once thought would
last until their demise or mine, whichever came first.
I knew it was over when Martin Scorsese -- Martin fucking SCORSESE - made a film
about them which played seemingly NOWHERE and which I did not make a special
trip to NYC or Philly to see. I did not go buy it the second it hit the stores as I
traditionally did with their product. I asked for it for my birthday so I wouldn't have
to give them any more of my money. My Sweetheart refused to give the old greedheads
any of her money either so her stepmom, another big Stones fan, bought it for me.
It starts hopefully enough, with a recording of "Just Can't Be Satisfied" playing while
we see Scorsese trying to control a situation which remains out of his control. The
black & white intro is pure Scorsese, down to the brilliant use of Stones songs in the
soundtrack. Then the show starts.
It took me 3 or 4 tries to make it through. And it's not that it's thoroughly awful, although
some of it is. Mick's singing is so much a caricature of itself, and there's so little left of
Keith, that it's mainly a big backup band being powered by the one band member who's as
great as he ever was, Charlie Watts.
Mick of course is physically a marvel, but I've said "wow look at old Mick go" for so many
years that even THAT is sort of old.
SOME of this stuff kicks pretty hard. But the real keepers are Buddy Guy showing them how
to grow old gracefully in "Champagne and Reefer" (Richards, knowing when his head's been cut,
gives him his guitar -a beautiful Gibson ES-335- at the end of the song, saying "Take it. It's yours.")
and, in a very odd and oddly touching turn, Keith performing "You Got The Silver" without a guitar,
wearing a long black coat and a pirate headband, leaving the temporarily sober Ron Wood to recreate
the slide licks his own gnarled arthritic fingers can no longer manage. His next song, the Between the
Buttons gem "Connection",is so touch-and-go that Scorsese decides to intercut interview footage over
most of it.
I'm going to watch it at my buddy Gregg's place on his 62" tv in surroundsound. I'll probably like
it better then. But right now I'm wishing that Martin Scorsese had made this film in 1972.
Disclaimer: These are my opinions and not fact as realised in these here United States, lest I give my friends the idea that everyone thinks like me.