Two of my favorite movies ever involve The Rolling Stones, though i have never identified as a diehard fan. Albert & David Maysles' 1969-'70 documentary Gimme Shelter, firstly for its filmcraft, but also the spirit of its age, of sex, violence and intrigue that permeate it. The band never sounded better or more sinister. The movie's arc and its presentation have a Film Noir vibe, cutting to the chase at the beginning and reconstructing events subsequently. It's devastating and beautiful in equal measures. The Maysles' cast back to the early days of the 1969 tour, hooking up with opener Ike & Tina Turner, the bombastic San Francisco lawyer, Melvin Belli, has a star turn as the monomaniacal über-Lawyer whose involvement only serves to create more wild energy, all the way through the wicked dénouement of Altamont in the windy Bay Area Hills, Gimme Shelter hits every filmic button. It marks, indelibly, the end of a decade like no other, steeped as it was in colonial war, psychedelic disturbances, fights for freedom, self-determination, and competing, unruly visions for The Future.
I give it Five Black Stars.
"Memo from Turner" by Mick Jagger with Ry Cooder, 1968.