This is the tragic tale of a deeply flawed individual who became a casualty of his own excess.
The film allows that we are complicit in privilege for our fascination and envy.
In the end, the film feels like a sketch that’s been offered in place of a portrait.
This joyous doc leaves us wanting to immediately seek out the incredible, sometimes unfamiliar music we’ve just heard.
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.
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?