1] "Woodstock"
2] Concerts have a plot. They begin, continue, and end. It's a niche area of Film Studies, but no serious critic would disregard them as improper.
3] Indeed. That's why this site is first point of call for journos to crib and tap the 'street' reaction to Moz. Saves some of them the time of thinking things through themselves.
The film is a 'snapshot' of a point in space and time. Without the wider context of the 'karma dramas' from Moz's discraceful diss of Kate Middleton through to his mother's illness, and then his own-this film might seem extraneous and a pointless navel-gazing exercise. However, if Morrissey drops dead today, then it will be totally re-evaluated as the swan-song of a troubled, poorly soul. I hope Moz doesn't pop his clogs and I sincerely hope this film bookmarks and ends a rather depressing and torpid period of his public life which began after Rome. The obsessive-compulsive touring schedule to prove he's 'still in the fight' and to solicit adoration from his enabling cult fans will make this film essential viewing for me. People should note that Moz failed to provide large screens at the Manchester UK Cult Convention last year. Some folk were so far back they could barely see what was going on. Pin-sharp footage like this film is surely preferable to that, or to being trapped amidst the crazed cult elite who are part of The List. The preview of "Everyday Is Like Sunday" is leaden and dull. Perhaps the whole concert is a smug-fest of mutual back-slapping between the 'fan'-atics and the soi-disant 'star'. Even if it is, it's a valid diary entry for posterity. Who knows where this end? It's not just Moz. Leonard Cohen has seriously lost the plot with excessive touring and shabby treatment of concert patrons. Having destroyed recorded music by failing to address Download P2P culture, Big Music now has it's fangs in the concert arena and will ruin that soon with excessive ticket prices and 'convenience charges'. It perturbs me that Moz is on some sort of strike/holdout to be embraced by these vipers yet again, rather than find a new pathway. So much for 'radical', so much for the young man arguing with Rough Trade about their lack of ambition...what ambition does Moz have now, other than to be adored by the freak zone in the first ten rows?
regards.