Matty

A concert film with which the Stones – supported behind the scenes by the agile director, who happens to be their peer – will definitely win you over, regardless of what you think about them. The show belongs solely to the quartet (and a few guests) on the stage. We are spared any shots of the audience and the off-stage atmosphere is not in any way determinative (as it was in the case of Woodstock, for example). The night belongs to the Rolling Stones, to whom Scorsese expresses thanks by bringing them into his cinematic universe among other immortal heroes through an admittedly “synthetic” prologue and epilogue. Two hours of Jagger’s hyperactive showing off, still just as lively as Scorsese’s films, will give you more energy than any number of hours of bellowing by many a whippersnapper two generations younger. With just a little exaggeration, we can also view this high-octane record of two concerts, edited together with precision in line with the rhythm of the music, as a bold celebration of active old age. 85%