Post by Mighty Jack on Dec 30, 2007 3:24:59 GMT -5
This could go in Mitchells, but I put it here instead. Oh and if you wanna talk about music documentaries for other styles that's cool. I'm just a rocker so that's whewre I gravitate...
Anyhoo --
I watched a couple of documentaries on the Netflix download system, one called “You’re Gonna Miss Me” about Roxy Erickson of the 13th Floor Elevators, the other titled, “Quiet, Loud: A Film About the Pixies”
Neither is a classic in the vein of “the Last Waltz”, “No Direction Home” or the stunning “Beatles Anthology”. For one they don’t get into the same degree of depth and leave a lot of threads hanging.
In the Pixies film (About the reunion tour) they never do get into the exact reason on what caused the band to implode. We only get the superficial explanation about the growing tensions between Frank Black and Kim Deal. Which was known, but as to the progression and the specifics, neither is provided.
With Erickson it goes a little deeper into his psychotic split, often to the point where it’s an uncomfortable voyeurism. Roxy is not a well man, his mind is broken and it’s very sad to witness this. Unlike the Pixies documentary, though, there is very little musically.. I’d have liked to heave delved a lot deeper into the Elevators and especially Tommy Hall, who really was the leader and ideological force of the group.
What I like about these movies is that these are my people. I can relate to what I'm seeing on screen.
In the Pixies movie we see members struggling to make ends meet, when the call comes to join the tour, it’s a Godsend financially. Life is tough out there in the real world.
While on stage an artist can seem confident and invincible, the truth is that many of us are rocked to our cores by insecurities and doubt. In one scene the camera focuses on a fan of Kim Deal’s. The young lady idolizes the bassist, and sees her like a God, never suspecting that her God has feet of clay and is struggling to keep sober and seems unsure of herself and her talents when the tour begins.
Sometrimes it feels like we are misfits and freaks. That we don’t fit anywhere, really, other than on that stage or in that studio. The real world batters and scares the hell out of us but put a guitar in our hand and when inspiration strikes, we look like we stand 20 feet tall on that stage.
Both of these documentaries, especially "Your Gonna Miss Me" show's the men (or women) behind the curtains are basically as insecure and as fragile as the rest of the us.
Maybe more so.
Anyhoo --
I watched a couple of documentaries on the Netflix download system, one called “You’re Gonna Miss Me” about Roxy Erickson of the 13th Floor Elevators, the other titled, “Quiet, Loud: A Film About the Pixies”
Neither is a classic in the vein of “the Last Waltz”, “No Direction Home” or the stunning “Beatles Anthology”. For one they don’t get into the same degree of depth and leave a lot of threads hanging.
In the Pixies film (About the reunion tour) they never do get into the exact reason on what caused the band to implode. We only get the superficial explanation about the growing tensions between Frank Black and Kim Deal. Which was known, but as to the progression and the specifics, neither is provided.
With Erickson it goes a little deeper into his psychotic split, often to the point where it’s an uncomfortable voyeurism. Roxy is not a well man, his mind is broken and it’s very sad to witness this. Unlike the Pixies documentary, though, there is very little musically.. I’d have liked to heave delved a lot deeper into the Elevators and especially Tommy Hall, who really was the leader and ideological force of the group.
What I like about these movies is that these are my people. I can relate to what I'm seeing on screen.
In the Pixies movie we see members struggling to make ends meet, when the call comes to join the tour, it’s a Godsend financially. Life is tough out there in the real world.
While on stage an artist can seem confident and invincible, the truth is that many of us are rocked to our cores by insecurities and doubt. In one scene the camera focuses on a fan of Kim Deal’s. The young lady idolizes the bassist, and sees her like a God, never suspecting that her God has feet of clay and is struggling to keep sober and seems unsure of herself and her talents when the tour begins.
Sometrimes it feels like we are misfits and freaks. That we don’t fit anywhere, really, other than on that stage or in that studio. The real world batters and scares the hell out of us but put a guitar in our hand and when inspiration strikes, we look like we stand 20 feet tall on that stage.
Both of these documentaries, especially "Your Gonna Miss Me" show's the men (or women) behind the curtains are basically as insecure and as fragile as the rest of the us.
Maybe more so.