Here's my second attempt at writing and proofreading a movie review and posting it in under three minutes or less (the time it took to find the photo doesn't count). Last time, I reviewed the mostly forgettable Jack Black comedy Be Kind, Rewind and, typos aside, I don't think it turned out all that bad. Now I'm going to take a stab at Shine a Light, the Rolling Stone concert film directed by Martin Scorsese that's currently showing at the IMAX theater at the Bridgeport Cinemas in Tigard.

Ready...set...pontificate!

Sweet Jesus, Keith Richards really looks terrible these days, doesn't he?

Ha.

Ok, with the prerequsite jokes about the age of one or members of the Rolling Stones out of the way, I can get on with a review. With something like this you've got to consider the context. The band hasn't recorded anything worthwhile in going on three decades and they're all in their 60s. That said, they still put on a live show better than most younger bands. Mick Jagger can still move beter than a coked-up 20-something while Richards, Charlie Watts and Ron Wood still seem to genuinelly enjoy playing the same damn songs they've been pounding out for decades.

Ugh, only a minute left. Uh, uh, it's all well put together but many of the old interview clips included are disjointed, out-of-context and pretty crappy altogether. Also: the tracking shot that ends the film is incredibly, unbelievable cheesy and I don't belive fofr a second that Scorsese didn't know the set list until the last second.

For some people, most people, actualy, watching Jagger strut around on a 3-story tall movie screen is a nightmare. For myself, a lifelong fan, not so much. If anything, his continued ability to perform at that level should give us all hope for the future. If you've got millions of dollars, a great health regime and are probably willing to sell your soul to Lucifer and write long-winded rock odes about him, the cruel effects of aging can be thwarted.

Ok, I've gotta be honest here. I actually got carried away and typed for six full minutes, nearly double the goal. So I completely blew it, plus there's at least three hundred dozen typos in there. Until next time, this has been a three six minute movie review.

Labels: movies, three minute reviews