Neil Young Journeys
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Geez, for a peaceful man, Shakey (or maybe just director Jonathan Demme) has bullets flying in his first three songs, whether the targets are buffalo, midwestern college kids, or "my baby."The concert is at Massey Hall in Toronto, but Demme intercuts footage of Young driving around in his childhood town in north Ontario--yes, the quotation of "Helpless" is his own, telegraphing the end-credits music--in fact, not one but two small towns where he did lots of stupid stuff that he gleefully narrates (being convinced by a prankster, for example, that road tar tastes like chocolate--but not at first, so you have to stay with it).
Young has aged into a facial resemblance to a benign Jack Nicholson, and watching him up close is an ugly delight--one of my favorite concert films, which makes Demme pretty much the king of that genre,
Trailers
- The Sessions--Didn't even recognize John Hawkes as the polio patient who is signing up for sex therapy. "Based on a true story," could be pretty syrupy.
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