Day Nine - Loud Log

IT MIGHT GET LOUD

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Mood Before movie: Top'o'the'world'laddy

Ass-o-meter: tidy.

Comments:
Take three guitarists (Jimmy Page, The Edge, Jack White) at different stages of their careers, from three of the biggest bands in the world, put them in a room together and have them talk about their thoughts on guitars and music... Sounds like a recipe for an ego fuelled wankfest to me...

Before this movie started I figured it would be exactly that, three guys trying to out do each other talking about how they touched god while soloing on their 1957 Gibson Les Paul. Fortunately though, this film turned out to be much better than that. At the start of this documentary you could see that as Jack White rode in the car to meet the other legendary guitarists for the first time, he was going to maintain his too-cool-for-school-no-smiling-attitude till the end. However, as soon as Jimmy Page started playing the Whole Lotta Love riff even Jack couldn't help but drop his guard.

What this documentary does well is capture the essence of the moments that make people what to be musicians, which isn't an easy thing to do. I quite enjoyed this one.

Rating: 3.5/5


EDEN LOG

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Mood Before movie: Playing a guitar on the beach with Edge...

Ass-o-meter: Ouch.

Comments:
You wake up. It's pitch black. You have lost your memory. You're in a futuristic underground cave system with a bunch of mutant freaks and scary dudes seemingly chasing you. What is going on?

Exactly, what the fuck is going on?? This is the exact question that myself and about 400 other people were asking ourselves while watching this movie...

This film is dark, dark as shit, everything is filmed with a hand held camera really close to a backlit silhouette of a man (who doesn't have a name), and is some of the most frustrating shit that I've ever seen. As this movie goes on you sit there thinking that whatever is going on, it would want to be some of the most mind blowing stuff that anyone had ever thought of, or you are going to track down the director and punch his face in.

Which leads me to a question, does anyone know where Franck Vestiel lives?

Rating: 1.5/5