Stop Making Sense

Stop Making Sense ★★★★★

Story time!

Last summer, I had the chance of spending two months in Greece in the small village of Molyvos (Mithymna/Μήθυμνα) on the island of Lesbos. I went there as part of a summer school and had two classes during my two months stay. Yet, I didn’t go there specifically for classes, but more for the experience. Living with locals, new friendships and a whole different lifestyle. It was really a once in a lifetime type of experience. I remember that on what must have been the second or third day of the trip, I woke up before much of the group; or before people I knew then, because I didn’t know everybody in the group yet. I had no clue what to do. I didn’t feel like going exploring by myself and well, the Wi-Fi was pretty bad so I really had no idea how to pass the time. I then thought about just listening to music and I saw that I had downloaded Talking Heads’ Stop Making Sense not so long before I left for the trip. I didn’t know a thing about Talking Heads. I had heard about the film from Jonathan Demme and the unanimous praise around it, but that’s all.

I really liked the album and, at first, I thought it was the end of it. Alas, later in the day the chorus of Slippery People kept coming back in my head and I had to listen to the whole album again and that’s when it clicked; that’s when I started to listen to Stop Making Sense for pretty much everyday of the trip. I never got tired and almost one month into thre trip, I couldn’t wait any longer and had to watch the film. I watched it in some of the worst conditions you can imagine: outside at around 6 or 7 PM while the sun was still up, which was a royal pain considering the film is quite dark by moment; on my Mac and on a stream that wouldn’t stop buffering every damn 5 minutes or so. Still, I loved every second of it, but it was a rather peculiar watch. See, I had listened to the album so many times prior to watching it that I felt as if I had already seen it. Sure everything was new from a visual perspective, but I knew when the songs were about to end and which were coming next. It was really strange.

Anyway, I think I’ve rambled enough. I rewatched it last night (in much better conditions) and it was even better than I remembered. Maybe since I wasn’t constantly fearing an interruption, I had time to really appreciate how Demme directed this. Everything is just so damn perfect: the direction, the camera movement, the way David Byrne looks like he’s possessed every time a song starts, Tina’s bass; everything just meshes together so perfectly. Yet, amongst all that, the greatest thing about Stop Making Sense is that whether I watch or listen to it, my mind always drift back to those two wonderful months I’ve spent in Greece.

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun

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