It captures a pure moment in time when musical hearts and minds beat as one, when musicians of all stripes came together to work and play hard and leave behind one damn fine-looking corpse.

Divided between time-capsule concert footage ... and backward-glancing interviews - alas, not enough of the former and too much of the latter.

A very well-assembled piece.

A fascinating, tuneful excursion into the Woodstock Nation, circa 1970.

A rock 'n' roll time capsule that may be the final, great chronicle of the musical brilliance of the late 1960s.

A remarkable cultural document that captures the circus-like atmosphere and the raw and immediate quality of the performances.

From the moment Joplin announces her arrival in the film she holds you rapt under her spell.

Joplin lets loose a version of 'Cry Baby' that should stand as one of the great performances in any concert film.

With her whiskey-marinated, desperate-for-love, full-tilt blooz mama wildcat yowl still intact, Janis Joplin is the best thing about this film...

A time of innocence and hope was rolling away like a train leaving the station, and “Festival Express” gives it a fond farewell.