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The gospel according to Mick, Keef, Charlie, Ron, Bill and the other Mick
What a year for great British institutions. Sixty years of Elizabeth II, 50 years of James Bond, and a half-century of the Rolling Stones. To recycle an even older cliche, we will never see the like of any of them again.
Brett Morgen's Crossfire Hurricane is a chronicle of the Stones' career, assembled from a wealth of news, documentary and home-made footage stretching back to their earliest days as a scraggy west London blues band. The commentary, other than that supplied by various interviewers and TV anchormen glimpsed across the passing decades, is provided by the Stones themselves, who have all been newly interviewed for the project. Perhaps taking a tip from the recent Ayrton Senna documentary, they're used exclusively in voice-over rather than as talking heads, so the action isn't slowed by too much yakking (mid-Sixties Stones, pictured below).
Morgen has kept it pretty simple - do the homework, scour the planet for rare footage, cut the film in chronological order - but he's done it right in pretty much every aspect. Doing the interviews in audio-only seems to have had a liberating effect on the timeless combo, and their comments and observations seem free and sometimes even heartfelt. For once, Mick Jagger has set aside the impenetrable veneer of glib facetiousness that he usually presents to interviewers, and his shrewd, often witty contributions make a pleasing contrast with Keith Richards's old-man-of-the-sea ruminations.
One particular segment neatly highlights the way he and Keith have defined the twin poles of the Stones, as it were the head and the heart. Talking about the band's decision to decamp to the south of France in 1971, Keith melodramatically portrays himself as an outlaw forced to go on the run from police harassment. "Well I'm sure Keith believes that," says Jagger, "but the truth is we left because of the money." According to Mick, the choice boiled down to paying £100,000 each in tax - a substantial sum 40 years ago - or moving beyond the reach of the long arm of Her Majesty's tax inspectors. Presumably this will prompt Ed Miliband to call for a judge-led inquiry into tax-avoiding rock stars.
One of Morgen's best decisions was to include ex-bassman Bill Wyman and former guitarist Mick Taylor among his interviewees, since many Stones fans would agree that they were part of the band's best-ever lineup during an intensely creative part of their career. Wyman, renowned as an assiduous diarist of his years in the band, gets a credit as "historical consultant".
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