Based on 12 votes and 4 reviews.
Music from the inbred Southern mountain territory.
Massively overpraised rock concert documentary. If you like The Band you might like this. I don't like The Band because I'm not a rube, I've never played the jug, and I've never had sex with a family member in an outhouse. Van Morrison, B.B. King, and Dr. John turn in the good performances here, but that represents a minimum of screen time. The rest of it is The Band's bad music, Bob Dylan's patented brand of insufferable nasal whining, and musicians like Neil Young and Joni Mitchell who are obviously so stoned it's a wonder they can actually stand much less deliver their uninspired performances. I would've jettisoned the reading of that horrible poem as well. The interviews are boring and offer no insight whatsoever. Watch closely and you can see that some musicians aren't actually singing what you are supposedly hearing from them, and others are obviously not playing in synch with what we're hearing. This points to some blatant post-production trickery, staining the claim that this is some important verity 'document' of rock 'n roll. It's just as phony as the record company executives these musicians are constantly whining about. This film is actually more valuable as a document of the time when rock became so bloated and top-heavy with ego and narcissism that the industry crushed under the weight of its own ridiculousness. Hardly a wonder that punk music took over soon after.
It would've been much better if The Band weren't in it.
Some of the guest music acts are okay, but there's a whole lot of dross to cut through. The Band were one of the most overpraised music acts in history. Boring yokel rock. Watch a concert film of a GOOD music act instead.