Wednesday, October 12, 2011
The Love We Make
Just watched the Albert Maysles documentary on Sir Paul and the "The Concert For New York." Have you seen it? You should.
Still haven't watched the second part of Marty's Harrison film, but I will. I've been too caught up in all the solo Paul stuff I spent the last decade recklessly trashing. Plus, I had a great "solo Paul" chinwag with a friend, so the time was right. Once I get Mr. McCartney out of my system, I'll have a better head for George. (I just hope Errol Morris doesn't churn out some rare footage of Maureen Starkey over the next few days. I don't need another distraction.)
The film begins exactly a month and a day after the attacks on 9/11, and what we see is Paul McCartney being Paul McCartney in all his "cute one" glory. I don't think he can help it. And that is why I loved this film. That Beatle stuff sucks me right in.
We see rehearsals for, backstage footage from, and interviews prior to the absolutely huge event at NYC's Madison Square Garden, where so many gathered to pay tribute to the city and its heroes. It's an emotional film for most of it's 105 minutes, but it is always entertaining.
Beatles footage, solo or together continues to affect me. Paul pretty much shakes up everyone he comes in contact with, whether it's fans following him on the street, or celebs from Leonard DiCaprio to Access Hollywood's Pat O'Brien, everyone tries to play it cool, but in the end they just can't. Certainly not as cool as Paul is towards everyone from Dan Rather to Howard Stern.
Those that do play it cool are Paul's peers, and the scenes with Pete Townshend and Eric Clapton, though brief, were both slightly uncomfortable and kind of hilarious. Amidst all the sadness and shock of 9/11, business is still business, and Paul is intent on debuting the song "Freedom," which he had written specifically for this event. No one seems to care, as he talks it up, and basically auditions for these rock and roll legends, singing the chorus, playing air guitar, and trying desperately to get a reaction. Everyone is polite, but you can feel just about everyone thnking, "Just play old stuff!" When Paul tells Clapton, "Just play around in G. You don't even have to think about it," Eric deadpans, "No."
As documentaries go, I think it's quite fab. How you feel about Paul McCartney when it's over is worth discussing.
Posted by Sal Nunziato at 7:29 AM