Another Neil Young concert film, except this one is extremely silly and makes Heart of Gold look like the pinnacle of cinematic art. Extended footage of Jawas setting up oversized equipment, occasional visits from coneheads with monkey-masks, pseudo-3D (“Rust-o-Vision”?), and Bernard Shakey himself in painter’s pants, a sleeping bag, and a cocaine frenzy. The music is quite good, but the weak, persistent efforts at psychedelia, complete with Woodstock sound-bites blasted through the PA during scene changes, will be wearying even for the most devoted fans. Recommended only with one hand on a bong and another on the fast-forward button.
by Leo Goldsmith | Source: Vapor US DVd
31 Mar 2006 12:41 PM | Submit Comment
