True History of the Kelly Gang
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This documentary leaves an enormous amount to be desired.There is far toouch focus
A very interesting start. However, it then becomes absolutely terrible. There is only one level to this film. there is no character development. it has almost zero intellectual stimulation. you never find out what is happening. you never find out why some human beings are not affected by whatever the mysterious force is. but great credit to those financing the film. they have found an ingenious way to do a zombie movie without having to bother with any zombie costumes. just terrible. avoid at all costs.
This film is a brilliantly conceived and realised extension of the sublime original. Slow moving? Well if you want ray guns/aliens/action (you know - the utter bollocks sci fi crap) go and watch something else. However, if you are interested in what it means to be alive, to form relationships, to have children, to dare to hope and dream in the face of a cruel, random and mendacious world, to marvel at the drive to have a sense of meaning, to walk out of the cinema having had your 3rd eye wiped clean; to see something that chips away at your senses dulled by received opinion and conformity then go and see this incredible work of art, because that is what the best art does for you
I have read 2 biographies of Chet and listened to his music for decades. Ultimately this film doesn't do justice to the subject matter. He came across as an unreliable junkie. Which is true of course. However, he was a really really terrible junkie who meted out appalling treatment to the women in his life, and many of the musicians with whom he played. This included violence, ripping off his musicians and getting his wife a jail term for carrying his drugs across across international borders. He could be amiable and great company. He was also a real nightmare for many of the people he was involved as his addiction spiralled out of control with and I do not think the film successfully got this across. With regards to the actual music, I don't recall him desperately seeking the approbation of Diz and Miles in his biographies but the film emphasised this several times. I also don't think the film succesfully portrayed his sublime brilliance and just how different his playing and singing was from everything else at the time. So for me, unfortunately, as a massive fan of jazz and Chet, the film was a major disappointment.
As pulse-pounding thrills go, my pulse has raced faster waiting for my baked beans to cook in the morning whilst desperate to ensure that the toast pops up 30 seconds before the beans are ready so that I can efficiently get through breakfast and hurl myself into the tense throb of commuters transferring their heaving carcasses from home to office. A low-grade plot with a facile social commentary. No I am not talking about my baked bean escapade, I am talking about Nightcrawler. As plots go, it makes the Flowerpot men look like Shakespeare. At least Bill and Ben had well-defined personalities. File under 'well-acted rubbish'.