A FLIPPY FLOPPY FILM!
The Talking Heads performance documented in Stop Making Sense was already an eminently filmable proceeding long before director Jonathan Demme (Melvin And Howard, Swing Shift) got anywhere near it. The visual awareness of the Heads has always been a few cuts above that of most other rock bands, as shown by the interesting ambiguity of their album covers and videos.
A FLIPPY FLOPPY FILM!
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STOP MAKING SENSE (Cincom/Island Alive)
Renaldo Migaldi
The Talking Heads performance documented in Stop Making Sense was already an eminently filmable proceeding long before director Jonathan Demme (Melvin And Howard, Swing Shift) got anywhere near it. The visual awareness of the Heads has always been a few cuts above that of most other rock bands, as shown by the interesting ambiguity of their album covers and videos. That three members of the group (David Byrne, Tina Weymouth and Chris Frantz) are design school grads hasn’t hurt their visual presentation any, either, helping them to enter the age of music video without much pain. And this visual savvy—along with a relaxed, energetic musical performance, the sharp directorial eye of Demme, the crisp, booming miracle of digital sound, plus a total absence of backstage conversation and other usual pretentious rockumentary bulljive—makes Stop Making Sense one of the most exciting rock concert films ever.