God bless Antony. Were it not for him, this would be Lian Lunson’s dazzling little disaster, built on bad marketing and the egos of a half-dozen singers. To watch the trailer is to expect a documentary about the laureate of song himself, peppered with ever-so-relevant performancesÑa chronology of music. Instead, we have a concert interrupted by flat interviews and annoyingly frequent transitions and superimpositions; everything we would ever want to know about Leonard Cohen is found elsewhere, and everything we already know is found here: Bono discussing Cohen’s “sexy” voice and “Biblical significance,” the Edge touching on his importance to a generation, and so on. All the while the man himself is shot in such unprofessional close-ups that his head escapes into blur. He could easily have occupied the entire film, if only someone had let him.
by Adam Balz | Source: DVD
27 Nov 2007 9:34 AM | Submit Comment
