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The Clash - Westway to the World by Don Letts
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DVD detailsActor: Jordan, Mick Jones, Terence Dackombe, Terry Chimes, Topper Headon Director: Don Letts DVD: Region Code 1 Audio: English (Original Language), PCM Stereo; English (Subtitled); Spanish (Subtitled); French (Subtitled) Format: Color, Director's Cut, DVD-Video, Full Screen, NTSC, Original recording remastered, Subtitled Picture Format: 1.33:1 Running Time: 60 minutes DVD Release Date: 2002-04-09 Audience Rating: NR (Not Rated) Studio: Sony
DVD Reviews of The Clash - Westway to the WorldDVD Review: The Clash: Westway to the World Summary: 4 StarsFor the dedicated fans of the "only band that matters", cue up the DVD player. This isn't simply a look into the genesis and generation of a single band, it was the very essence of music itself responding to poverty, repression, social inequality and a backlash of creativity against the brainless disco-decay of pop culture in the 70s - 80s.
While not dwelt on for long, many high points are struck - the rudimentary beginnings, their widely varied influences, the grueling marathon of songs/recordings during the Sandanista era, drummer Topper Headon's drug use and dismissal which lead to the ultimate demise of the band (hearing Joe lament about the chemistry falling into ruin with the loss of Headon, he still sounds, decades later, just as frustrated as he did then), the lack of glamor, the break-neck pace inherent in touring and recording.
Glimpses of the punk scene in its raw embryonic form, backstage shots, shadowed entities in clubs, poke through every so often, giving the documentary an inclusive man-on-the-street feel, though the ridiculously brisk pacing ruined any real feeling of intimacy. Shots of the the Damned, Richard Hell, Gen X (with a very young Billy Idol cutting the figure of possibly the world's most beautiful punk ever), the Sex Pistols, the Ramones, etc, brings the scene to life all too briefly. I felt as if I were staring into a painfully alive world and not staying long enough to absorb any of it.
What I found the most engaging were the extra interviews aside from the main production, one-on-one conversations with the band members uninterrupted every 2 seconds with interesting but twitchy graphics. So much has been said about the late Joe Strummer, feral intense front man who sported a mohawk like no one else, yet hearing his impressions from his own lips is truly worthwhile, especially for those who've been following the band for a long time. First-person anecdotes prevent this movie from being one monotonous string of gigs, dates and concert footage. Joe's electric presence, his mystical manipulation of words, his innate toughness and fight are what made him the enduring force he was. It's what we remember him for; it's his legacy.
The interviews with Topper, Mick and Paul were intriguing, casting more light on the generally overshadowed not-Joe Strummers. Mick Jones' uncanny ability to write/stage songs, and his obvious talent comes through in a surprisingly humorous no-regrets way. His manner of expertly manhandling a guitar is a must-see. Paul Simonon, responsible for the naming of the band, added an aesthetic and sensitivity to the mix, particularly his fondness for reggae that heavily influenced the sound. His artistic leanings enriched the experience with touches of flair and subtlety not generally found amidst such a lacerating acidic genre. Topper, suffering bad health and looking quite ill, has a chance to express his view of the band, though I felt the total lack of him during the first part of the documentary to be off-putting, as if he were a hole in the air. Let's face it - his dismissal was the beginning of the end, so his absence was glaring, even though I'm sure the point was to introduce the players as they came on the scene. It simply didn't work for me.
In the end, I have a big beef with the rapid progression, the nearly ADD jump-jump-jump "nexting". Those not as familiar with the Clash may find this disorienting and confusing. Naturally, there's a difficulty trying to make an even-keeled documentary about a music scene that was not only rattling the socially acceptable norm in just about every venue, but one that uniquely erupted and burnt out in a frantic rush of spiked hair and Marxist "down with the establishment" anthems. Punk was for a time only, too furious and specific to a moment to last or be sustained in it's original form. Getting familiar, on a human level, with the creators and sustainers of that culture shock is a must for full understanding of what happened. I would recommend reading Johnny "Rotten" Lydon's autobiography, "No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs" for a fuller picture of the scene itself.
Around 2005, the BBC ran a poll for who was the "most punk rock" and John Lydon edged out Joe for first place. Not surprising. Yet also worth noting: Johnny Cash made the list. That's punk rock, and as Joe said, "Punk rock is what it's all about".
DVD Review: Good. Summary: 4 StarsExcellent overview not only of The Clash music itself, but also good when it comes to explore the spirit of why and how the band got formed, their highs and downs. Recommended for both fans and newcomers who want to know and understand a bit more about the band's roots and about a whole era context on the recent history.
Production and packaging are just a bit simple, cheap... disappointing if compared to the contents and the extras.
Worth buying though.
DVD Review: Just OK Summary: 3 StarsI am a big fan of The Clash. I can't wait for the new Joe Strummer documentary to come out. That said I watched The Ramones:The End Of the Century documentary and then this one right after. The Ramones doc was GREAT. The Clash one was just ok. I just didn't think it had enough interviews and it had annoying graphics in between each subject that were visually ok but that were left on the screen for what seemed like 30 seconds each before they began talking again.
Not a great rock documentary but an ok one.
DVD Review: Excellent overview of a great rock band Summary: 4 Stars4.5 stars
The Clash became great once they transcended their punk beginnings and started writing songs with memorable melodies. Name another punk band that turned into a singles machine. You can't, because the Clash broke the mold. Most punk bands sucked because they couldn't play, and once the anger was gone, so was the edge. The Clash had two great songwriters who were willing to grow, and who also loved reggae, country, and many other styles, so they morphed into real musicians.
Hence London Calling, one of the best records of its time, and miles advanced from their first album of only two years before. The intelligence contained in that advance is clearly on display here. Now that Strummer's dead, this will be the final word on their history, and that's no shame. It's a great doc that moves a little too quick past the early successes but all the interviews are good and it's easy to see why these guys were great: they had brains and focus. Topper was the least brilliant of the mob but he was a hell of a drummer, and that was the push over the top. When he left, forget it.
The Broadway film extra is also excellent.
All we need now is a film that focusses entirely on '76 to '81 and forgets the rest; Combat Rock made money but their genius peaked on London Calling and to a (much) lesser extent on Sandinista. Once a punk band gets rich, things start getting painfully ironic, and fast...
There's a sweet soundboard recording of a show from NYC, 6/13/81, available for free on various live music torrent sites, that shows just how musical and yet full-throttle these guys could be. Seek it out if you like intense music.
DVD Review: The Only Band That Matters Summary: 4 StarsThis DVD could be 2 hours of Joe Strummer farting into a telephone and it would still be immensly more interesting and entertaining than anything by today's "punks". Sure, I'd rather have some full song clips, but Strummer (and Topper, Paul and Mick for that matter) make up for it. Don't watch this if you're not already fairly knowledgeable about the band and the culture at the time...many of the soundbites, without context, may seem a little confusing. But even with the abbreviated live clips, you can get an idea of what this band meant at the time. I saw them 4 times between 1979 and 1981...best 4 concerts of my life.
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