Jimmy Page? The Edge? And . . . Jack White? In a documentary?
With bleeding cuticles, fuck ya, Iâm in!
Rarely can a film penetrate the glamorous surface of rock legends. It Might Get Loud electrifies as the personal stories, in their own words, of three generations of guitar virtuosos The Edge (U2), Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin), and Jack White (The White Stripes) are leaked onto the big screen.Â Â It Might Get Loud reveals how each developed his unique sound and style of playing favorite instruments, guitars – both found and invented. Concentrating on the artists’ musical rebellions, traveling with them to influential locations, provoking rare discussions as to how and why they write and play.Â This film lets you witness intimate moments and hear new music from each artist. The movie revolves around a day when Jimmy Page, Jack White, and The Edge first met and sat down together to share their stories, teach and play.
If youâre a rock lover, how can you go wrong with these three? Some might argue Jack White is questionable in comparison, but after the film revisit your snobbery.Â I know after watching I should throw on my safety plastic wrap over the mattress tonight because I might just piss myself, dreaming theyâll never be another documentary like this one in a thousand years â Iâm talking royal piss-fest too, like where even the pillow is soaked the following morning! Donât you hate when that happens? Six, nine times a month, right here.
The story opens with a touch of humor that just sets the pace for this epic tale. The tale of three kings; kings of a land were the six-string is thy body, the player is thy spirit and the amplified rhythm & harmony is thy soul. âŠAnd the guitars they had !!! I drooled under my chair as the Les Pauls, Fender Strats, etc., etc. were strummed like harps in heaven â with double stacked Marshals of course. Like, hellâs ya, little mama!
The real treat was Pageâs exploration of Stairway to Heaven. How he thinks the song came to him. What he envisioned. Where it was recorded. Many of the places these bands recorded in homes, not your typical recording studio like today; simply fascinating. Davis Guggenheim, Director, did one hell of a job lacing these stories together; three very different individuals divided by father time – yet drawn together for their love of the medium.
The Good, Bad and Indifferent
The overall production would be right up there with the March of the Penguins â thought provoking, but just imagine the penguins from Madagascar to capture my point here. The cinematography by Guillermo Navarro and Erich Roland was breathtakingâscratch that, what fân word just came out of my head? âWhereâs my Jack? **Sip** âŠAhhâŠ Thatâs better. Now, back on track.â Sneak that new 42 mega-pixel camera in, snap anywhere in the film, and you have the best damn screen saver in the office. Milly from over in accounting will stop on by more. Guaranteed. See that sweater she had on last week? Totally pitched a tent in .03 seconds.
The Bottom Line
This film is not for everyone. But if you like rock and probably the finest guitar players on this little blue planet weâre hurdling through space on, youâll love, love, love this film. Take your children. No swearing, violence or nudity (unlike my colorful reviews). Nothing. You and mom can share a malt together afterwards until she brings up why youâre still at home while lookân at 47 next week. Seriously, children today need artistic outlets. With school budgets being cut, there goes the art classes such as music. I know this sounds like an MTV commercial, but itâs true. How many of you out there played an instrument growing up? Lower your hand, Harold, the straw-kazoo doesnât count, you meat bag. Grow up! Your such a dickhole… I know I did. It was my escape. Even today I still fiddle around, cuts the stress and letâs the demons out as my quack says. Speaking of which, my meds shoulda come in today. Oh, GodâŠ
Iâd bet if more kids were involved with REAL music and not this plastic wrapped Nintendo, Atari, or PukeStation crap – violence in domestic situations would decrease. Bang out your frustrations on drums, not on little sis; script out how you really feel, not spray paint a bridge for attention; or strum along a six string just to pass the time rather than vegetate in front of Mr. Zenith, watching Friends for the millionth time.
It Might Get Loud let’s you enjoy that coveted position of the fly on the wall.Â Do your soul a favor; see this puppy soon!