Stop Making Sense

Stop Making Sense ★★★★½

I don't keep up with pop stars' elaborate live performances and flirtations with video art. I'm a diletante who hasn't watched Lemonade or T-Swift's Netflix (?) what have you. I've been dismissive with regards to pop music for a while, and complacent in my seldom challenged belief that Stop Making Sense is proof that you can make a compelling stage show with relatively little flash.
I think the first 4 or 5 songs from Talking Heads pre-synthesizer albums are presented relatively neat and clean between the camera work and musical accompaniment to David's amiable extraterrestrial lyrics. For whatever sag there is in the performance when the band reaches the Remain in Light era, Byrne does plenty of running, jumping, juking, sweating to keep the less potent arrangements from being underwhelming. The performances are warm and so's the general vibe. besides specific shots from the concert, I always think of David introducing the band members one by one and loving him for that regardless of whether or not he'd drop the Talking Heads in pursuit of a solo caree.
So, Demme's document of this tour will always get high marks for me as a bit of nostalgia for one of the most consistent and substantive new wave bands that got their own movie. Whatever contemporary pop product comes along to challenge it, is probably just gonna sit in my watchlist, honestly.

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