If you like
soul music, this documentary about some remaining legends of soul is
probably a 10, because it’s chock full of singing by Isaac Hayes, Mary
Wilson, Wilson Pickett, Sam Moore and eight other legends of soul.
When I hear soul music, however, it makes me think of the wailing
sound you make when you smack your thumb with a hammer. So this was
excruciating for me to sit through. What’s wrong with singing the songs
with the notes that were written for them instead of adding all that
warbling? But that’s soul and
you either like it or you don’t. I
don’t.
What
I did enjoy about this movie was watching
cinéma-vérité by D.A.
Pennebaker, who is widely regarded as one of the pioneers of the genre. This is shot entirely in real time during 1999-2000 with hand
held cameras. It captures a lot
of concert footage and interviews all 12. Roger Friedman, the producer, and
a foxnews.com columnist, took for himself the job of asking the questions
and he was sycophantically amateurish.
What an opportunity for someone with knowledge to probe these people
in detail! What a waste! If you’re going to the trouble of recording this valuable
historical record, why give such an important responsibility to such a
dilettante? Friedman’s
obsequious, insubstantial questions pretty much destroyed the only part of
the film that will be of interest to people who aren’t fans of soul, like
me. Surely they could have
found an expert who would have known how to draw these people out more. Fortunately, his appearances are limited and the singers are
generally on screen alone, giving responses to questions we can’t hear
being asked.
I thought I was
dying of a heart attack as I sat through the seemingly interminable last
half hour, which is almost entirely concert footage.
People who love soul must have been in seventh heaven.
In summary, for me there was too much soul music and too little
quality interview. Since I am
no devotee of soul, I left this unrated.
April 22, 2003
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