I can’t think of any documentary in years that keeps playing over and over in your mind as this one does. I watched it a week ago and I’m still thinking of new things, playing songs and hearing them in new ways, having another memory attached to a scene. It’s of course because a certain generation of millions grew up with the subject matter, and we identify it as part of OUR memoir, but this particular 8 hours is really, really, special.
Damn straight, brother.
I can’t think of any documentary in years that keeps playing over and over in your mind as this one does. I watched it a week ago and I’m still thinking of new things, playing songs and hearing them in new ways, having another memory attached to a scene. It’s of course because a certain generation of millions grew up with the subject matter, and we identify it as part of OUR memoir, but this particular 8 hours is really, really, special.