DAMtheBAM’s review published on Letterboxd:
Throughout this shitshow of a year one thing that's kept me going through it all has been how I've fallen in love with Talking Heads. I started delving through their unruly discography back in like, July or something, and this exploration of their work reached a peak when I got the (almost poetic, in my eyes) chance to see this bad boy at the cinema. And that night was, without hyperbole, one of the best I've had in recent memory. The showing (socially-distanced, of course) was sold out, and the whole lot of us, complete strangers spread across a dark room, were unified in unspoken harmony that night. Dominated by a large screen and booming audio, brought together by the pure heavenly joy that these insane weirdos brought to life with their funky jams. It was magical; once in a lifetime; all that jazz.
What I've personally found in Talking Head's stellar sounds is a unique passion for life amidst all of it's inherent tribulations: persistent existentialism, cynical ideals, never-ending anxiety and the curse of complete societal awkwardness. But through all of that, we can survive, and more importantly; enjoy ourselves. I see it in how Tina Weymouth is jamming away on her bass like there's no tomorrow, in how Chris Frantz is just yelling random shit cause he can, in how every magnificent performer can't help themselves and end up grinning the biggest, brightest smiles they'll ever have. I see it in how David Byrne simply just operates in this space; this burning ball of eccentric energy conducted through this ever strange but ultimately fascinating figure of someone who has no idea who, where or how he is, but is still in control of everything. This film exists to prove that the most powerful thing on Earth is the human spirit; a timeless, boundless passion that burns with love regardless of the limits of this cruel universe. It's not enough to exist; we have to live; to breathe through all of the noise. There's humiliated acceptance in terrifying existentialism, profound positivity in crushing cynicism, a little head in a big suit. There could be a million meanings, there could be none. If life doesn't make sense, why are we still trying to?
Thanks David Byrne, Tina Weymouth, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison and every other performer for this. Thank you Talking Heads for your outlook, your style; for sharing your passion. Thank you for helping me live.