My favorite bit of Wayne's World comes whenever Wayne and Garth
meet one of their rock-star idols: they literally bow down and say
"we're not worthy!" I've felt like that about rock stars. Heck, I still
feel that way about rock stars.
Cameron Crowe did, too. That's what this movie is all about. It's
the story of a kid (Crowe) who actually got to meet, hang out with,
and write about his gods. But it's also the story of the adult looking
back on that youth and pinching himself, unable to believe how
lucky he was.
The movie never comes out and shows us the adult looking back:
it never moves beyond the "present" of the fifteen-year-old kid. But
every so often the action kind of fades away and the camera
zeroes in on the kid's eyes, with their expression of wonder,
passion, joy, and sadness, and in those moments it's as if the
camera speaks for the grown man, saying, good grief, I actually
met these guys, I actually saw these things. Could I have been
any more fortunate?
It's that sense of joy, of exultation in the naive but still powerful
rock'n'roll ideal of limitless freedom and fun, that makes this film
so good. If you've never felt about rock music the way Wayne,
Garth, and Cameron Crowe feel, you might have a hard time with
this movie. It kind of softpedals the addiction, greed, and overall
nastiness of the rock business; it tells its story completely and
unapologetically within a milieu that's often ridiculed these days.
But if you have felt that way, then you'll find the movie full of
moments that ring true: the adolescent dropping the needle on
Tommy for the first time, a bus full of people getting misty-eyed
singing along to an Elton John song, a rebellious teenager
thinking the lyrics of a song she loves can explain her to her
mother, even Lester Bangs' insistence that the music is dying-- which really springs from a desperate belief in the life the music
represents.
Some people used to say we should send a poet to the moon,
somebody who could express the wonder we know we'd feel if we
got to go, but better than we could express it. Cameron Crowe has
been to the moon, and with this movie he proves himself poet
enough to tell us that it was every bit as cool as we hoped it was.
meet one of their rock-star idols: they literally bow down and say
"we're not worthy!" I've felt like that about rock stars. Heck, I still
feel that way about rock stars.
Cameron Crowe did, too. That's what this movie is all about. It's
the story of a kid (Crowe) who actually got to meet, hang out with,
and write about his gods. But it's also the story of the adult looking
back on that youth and pinching himself, unable to believe how
lucky he was.
The movie never comes out and shows us the adult looking back:
it never moves beyond the "present" of the fifteen-year-old kid. But
every so often the action kind of fades away and the camera
zeroes in on the kid's eyes, with their expression of wonder,
passion, joy, and sadness, and in those moments it's as if the
camera speaks for the grown man, saying, good grief, I actually
met these guys, I actually saw these things. Could I have been
any more fortunate?
It's that sense of joy, of exultation in the naive but still powerful
rock'n'roll ideal of limitless freedom and fun, that makes this film
so good. If you've never felt about rock music the way Wayne,
Garth, and Cameron Crowe feel, you might have a hard time with
this movie. It kind of softpedals the addiction, greed, and overall
nastiness of the rock business; it tells its story completely and
unapologetically within a milieu that's often ridiculed these days.
But if you have felt that way, then you'll find the movie full of
moments that ring true: the adolescent dropping the needle on
Tommy for the first time, a bus full of people getting misty-eyed
singing along to an Elton John song, a rebellious teenager
thinking the lyrics of a song she loves can explain her to her
mother, even Lester Bangs' insistence that the music is dying-- which really springs from a desperate belief in the life the music
represents.
Some people used to say we should send a poet to the moon,
somebody who could express the wonder we know we'd feel if we
got to go, but better than we could express it. Cameron Crowe has
been to the moon, and with this movie he proves himself poet
enough to tell us that it was every bit as cool as we hoped it was.
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