Literally the worst documentary I have ever seen. I went into this film very optimistic and excited. I mean, there is actually footage of The Wailers first practice, for a music fan that's a pretty important moment, how bad could it be? Terrible, absolutely the worst.
Let's take the first practice scene as an example. Since the filmmakers did not have the rights to any Bob Marley music (yes, you heard that right) they played other music over the footage of the first ever Wailers practice. This goes to show you how weak and half-assed this documentary was. It was nothing more than an endless, seemingly unedited, rambling collection of shots with audio so harsh and indistinguishable that the experience felt more like torture. I was not alone in feeling tortured, half of the audience walked out. I was not so smart. I wanted to like it but it was impossible.
Esther Anderson managed to make Bob Marley look like nothing more than a guy who smoked a lot of pot and stared out windows with nothing interesting to say. I realize he DID smoke a lot of pot but this film does not even begin to scratch the surface on his life, his music and his influence. It doesn't even succeed at chronicling his beginnings.
Basically this film was a way for Esther Anderson to show the world that she was there and she was Bob's girlfriend. For example, have fun sitting through a 10 minute TV interview with Esther talking about herself. That scene is in a Bob Marley documentary why? The whole thing is a mess and literally was one of the worst movie experiences I have ever had, maybe the worst.
Let's take the first practice scene as an example. Since the filmmakers did not have the rights to any Bob Marley music (yes, you heard that right) they played other music over the footage of the first ever Wailers practice. This goes to show you how weak and half-assed this documentary was. It was nothing more than an endless, seemingly unedited, rambling collection of shots with audio so harsh and indistinguishable that the experience felt more like torture. I was not alone in feeling tortured, half of the audience walked out. I was not so smart. I wanted to like it but it was impossible.
Esther Anderson managed to make Bob Marley look like nothing more than a guy who smoked a lot of pot and stared out windows with nothing interesting to say. I realize he DID smoke a lot of pot but this film does not even begin to scratch the surface on his life, his music and his influence. It doesn't even succeed at chronicling his beginnings.
Basically this film was a way for Esther Anderson to show the world that she was there and she was Bob's girlfriend. For example, have fun sitting through a 10 minute TV interview with Esther talking about herself. That scene is in a Bob Marley documentary why? The whole thing is a mess and literally was one of the worst movie experiences I have ever had, maybe the worst.