Of course I couldn’t speak on Mr Jagger’s behalf but personally, by the end, I was knackered. Not tired, just awfully awfully sweaty. Maybe it was due to the sheer size of the IMAX screen. If ever the expression “they don’t make ‘em like that anymore” was to be applied to a person, it’s him.
This film is awesome. I loved No Direction Home (2005), here Scorsese goes one step further, this time using actual footage shot by his team of 20 top class cinematographers capturing every nuance of the gig. Literally everything is caught, nothing is missed.
Of course if you don’t like the Stones then this isn’t going to do anything for you. But if you do, then strap in tight, it’s a hell of a ride. The pace is relentless, stopping only between every second or third song for small (highly amusing) anecdotes from the archives. When we return to the stage the band kicks off again, somehow stepping it up a notch every time.
If you get the chance, I’d recommend the Imax experience for this one.
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