Stop Making Sense

Stop Making Sense

Stop Making Sense goes beyond classification as a concert film and into the realm of genuine cinematic masterclass. Demme/Talking Heads start simple with a single dude holding a guitar, tape player by his side, on a janky soundstage and from here a new instrument, voice, or artistic direction is added with every song until an intricate state of aural harmony is reached. The building blocks of music (and film) composition are broken down to the bare minimum then built back up so that their individual contributions to the whole can be celebrated. David Byrne playing Psycho Killer on an acoustic is one thing; a full band comprised of different backgrounds and sensibilities performing Take Me to the River in ecstatic union is something else entirely.

Collaboration is necessary for great art and Demme/Talking Heads use that theme of construction for a ninety minute forward thrust towards crescendo.

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