I just got to see this on video last night. It's a lovely film, and the protagonists are memorable. My one problem, however, is with Ry Cooder. Don't misunderstand my admiration for Cooder's past work. He's an original, often evocative guitarist and composer. I just felt that his additions to these recordings -- both in the studio and in their concert versions -- were intrusive at the least. That wailing slide guitar just about ruined some great songs. I'm surprised the gentlemen and ladies of the band didn't say anything. It was a relief when he sat out of a performance. I really wanted to jump into the film, tap him on the shoulder and ask him to put down his guitar and just sit behind the mixing board!
OK. That's my rant. This is an impressive and lovely film.
If you have a chance, track down 1997's Black Tears (lagrimas Negras).
OK. That's my rant. This is an impressive and lovely film.
If you have a chance, track down 1997's Black Tears (lagrimas Negras).