A long time ago I read a book called True Adventures of the Rolling Stones which was a great snapshot of their most tumultuous period, starting with the death of Brian Jones and ending with Altamont. I had a casual liking for their music before, but reading this book really piqued my interest and I became more of a fan as a result, primarily of their late 60's to early 70's albums, Sticky Fingers probably being my favorite. Until tonight, the Altamont concert for me was just one of many ugly incidents that I'd read about in the world of rock and roll. I'd known about the film Gimme Shelter for years, but it wasn't until tonight that I finally saw it and came face to face with the absolute horror of that day.
This concert was supposed to be San Francisco's answer to Woodstock, but instead it was the last nail in the coffin that buried what was left of the peaceful psychedelic 60's after the riots of '68 and ushered in the fear and loathing of the 70's. There were lots of problems with the planning of this concert, but there's a universal consensus that the one tremendously bad decision was to hire the Hell's Angels as security and to pay them in beer. Those poor hippies had no idea what they were in for.
This film did an amazing job capturing the event. It opens with the members of the Rolling Stones uncomfortably watching the footage and listening to radio coverage of the aftermath. Before they get to the actual concert, there's some filler from a show at Madison Square Garden, including their opening act, Ike and Tina Turner (wow! I'd never seen footage of them before.), and then some footage of them at Mussel Shoals studio listening to an early mix of Wild Horses. Then it starts getting into Bill Graham and Melvin Belli trying to secure a new venue for the show after losing their permit for Golden Gate Park and the chaos of their last minute scramble. As they start a helicopter shot of the road going into the concert, everything seems OK, even though you know how it's going to end. There are the typical shots of hippies having fun, much like in the Woodstock film, but then the Harleys start rolling in and we see that besides the peace and love and happiness that there are people who are having really bad trips and very early in the day, before the first incident with the Angels, the vibe is starting to turn ugly and the promoters are more concerned with the logistics of getting the music going that they pretty much turn a blind eye to all of this. Even after the Angels punch out Jefferson Airplane's singer, the show goes on. When Jerry Garcia and Phil Lesh arrive and hear about it, their reaction is "bummer, man." As the concert progresses, there are lots of incidents of the crowd being beaten with pool cues by the Angels, and of course the culmination of a man being stabbed to death at the end of Under My Thumb.
Besides the irrelevant filler, this film was brilliantly made. There was no need for narration. This was part of the cinema verite school and the beautifully shot footage really spoke for itself. The dread just builds and builds through the Stone's set. Each time the chaos in front of the stage gets worse and Mick has to urge the crowd to mellow out and be cool, you know it's just a matter of time before all hell breaks loose. As they start singing Under My Thumb, the camera shoots a profile of Mick with an Angel standing next to him who is a portrait of drunken rage, making facial contortions and looking like something out of a werewolf movie, the perfect shot to precede what is about to happen. And then the song ends and a deadly fight takes place right in front of stage left. Amazingly, the Stones played one more song, Street Fighting Man, before getting themselves the hell out of there.
This is not an easy film to watch, which means the filmmakers did their job. If you even only have the slightest passing interest in the Stones or the late 60's music scene, you really owe it to yourself to experience this film.Labels: film, music |