This is the tragic tale of a deeply flawed individual who became a casualty of his own excess.
In the end, the film feels like a sketch that’s been offered in place of a portrait.
Crosseyed Heart finds Richards leaning on genre exercises, some of which are more successful than others.
As far as high concepts go, it’s a great one.
Was it fate that John Hurt provided the narration for Ben Whishaw’s 2006 breakout, Perfume?
Charlie Is My Darling is a thrilling portrait of the band as young musicians.
There was little to pity about the Rolling Stones in September of 1965.
One, don’t fret—just listen. And two, make sure Muddy Waters is on stage.
There’s nothing strange—or in any way extraordinary—about this dim-witted bore.
The extras are disappointing, but you can’t really go wrong with Scorsese and the Stones.
Is it still rock and roll if there are more Secret Service agents than groupies milling around backstage?
Many of the images are indelible, catching subtle interactions between the band as well as epic gestures.
This set confirms the myth built by the first volume.
Romanek’s best work poses a serious challenge to others working in his field: Are you gonna go my way?