Description: A live performance by a pop singer and his band.
Appraisal: The first part of the movie consists of songs from his new album, mostly wimpy, infinitely repetitive melodies with lyrics I could not follow, and who cares. In the second part he turns to old hits, raising the musical level a bit, even though his performances are still poor. Watching this guy strain his vocal chords in tortured close-ups makes me think about the economic perversions that shaped the stardom system from the 60's onward. There used to be songwriters and there used to be singers; they were two separate entities that only very rarely combined into one person. It has always been clear, though, that being a singer is a much more rewarding job than being a songwriter, and at one moment all songwriters decided they would no longer hand their songs over to singers who would become famous at the former's expense (their thought, not mine). The fact that none of them writers could sing was not important, it soon became clear. And after they got famous, they needn't write good material either, they would continue to be loved and to sell, that's what fans are for. The star of this film gives himself away as to what this whole game is about, when he mentions a question made to him by his ranch's caretaker: "How could someone so young afford to buy such an expensive property?" So there you have it.
Rating: 13
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