We Saw Stewart! And His Movie!
Jun. 11th, 2006 12:05 amWe did manage to get in to see Everybody Stares, and we only had a line up an hour and a half early to do it. And in spite of the fact that it was freaking cold for a June evening, it was totally worth it.
We were near the front of the line, so we got to see Stewart when he arrived, and he both introduced the film and did a fantastic Q&A at the end. He's as sharp and funny as he ever was doing interviews during the 80's, and he looks almost exactly the same, except for the grey hair. And since we were in the 4th row and I was on the aisle, I was this close to him when he went up to the front.
The film itself gave me a total contact high from the moment it started. The Police were one of three bands that got me through high school (the others being Yes and The Who, because I am an eclectic freak) and as such their music is incredibly important to me.
As a fan of The Police, this film was a fabulous experience, letting me relive fragments of my teen years associated with the band: hearing Message in a Bottle for the first time on a restaurant jukebox, seeing the band interviewed on the New Music during the Zenyatta tour, finally seeing them in concert at the 1983 Police Picnic and having a completely religious experience by which I still judge all other concerts.
As an adult who still loves The Police and their music, the film is an interesting insight into what it's like to become a rock star. It's an odd, fishbowl lifestyle (hence the title) and it was fascinating to see what that's like from the inside.
As a film buff, well, Stewart introduced it as a home movie, and that's pretty much what it is. There's shaky footage and poorly lit footage and audio you can just barely make out and all the usual tricks that you see in student films (time-lapse! quick-cut freeze frames!) But at the end of the day, it's a well-put-together home movie produced by someone who has great affection for the subject matter, and that makes all the difference. I'll totally be picking this up on DVD, and I'll be playing it often.
We were near the front of the line, so we got to see Stewart when he arrived, and he both introduced the film and did a fantastic Q&A at the end. He's as sharp and funny as he ever was doing interviews during the 80's, and he looks almost exactly the same, except for the grey hair. And since we were in the 4th row and I was on the aisle, I was this close to him when he went up to the front.
The film itself gave me a total contact high from the moment it started. The Police were one of three bands that got me through high school (the others being Yes and The Who, because I am an eclectic freak) and as such their music is incredibly important to me.
As a fan of The Police, this film was a fabulous experience, letting me relive fragments of my teen years associated with the band: hearing Message in a Bottle for the first time on a restaurant jukebox, seeing the band interviewed on the New Music during the Zenyatta tour, finally seeing them in concert at the 1983 Police Picnic and having a completely religious experience by which I still judge all other concerts.
As an adult who still loves The Police and their music, the film is an interesting insight into what it's like to become a rock star. It's an odd, fishbowl lifestyle (hence the title) and it was fascinating to see what that's like from the inside.
As a film buff, well, Stewart introduced it as a home movie, and that's pretty much what it is. There's shaky footage and poorly lit footage and audio you can just barely make out and all the usual tricks that you see in student films (time-lapse! quick-cut freeze frames!) But at the end of the day, it's a well-put-together home movie produced by someone who has great affection for the subject matter, and that makes all the difference. I'll totally be picking this up on DVD, and I'll be playing it often.
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Date: 2006-06-11 08:21 pm (UTC)Dreaming about Stewart, huh? Interesting. I think I've had exactly one celebrity dream in my life, and that starred Avon from Blake's 7. Which probably tells you more than you need to know about my psyche. ('Course, I can't remember my dreams at all, 99 per cent of the time, so who knows what my subconscious is throwing up there.