Providing a great moment
of pop-culture symmetry, the two 1969 rock concerts that epitomized the apex
and nadir of the ’60s, respectively speaking, both inspired essential documentaries that were released in 1970. Michael Wadleigh’s epic Woodstock joyfully depicts “three days
of peace and music,” and the Maysles Brothers’ incisive Gimme Shelter tracks events leading to a tragedy during the Rolling
Stones’ notorious outdoor show at San Francisco’s Altamont Speedway. If Woodstock represents the dream of the ’60s, Gimme Shelter represents the nightmare. On every
level, the Maysles’ film comprises sober introspection about costly mistakes.
For instance, one of the picture’s slickest touches is a recurring device of Stones
front man Mick Jagger watching footage from the in-progress movie while seated near an editing table. This trope leads, inexorably, to the chilling moment when
Jagger reviews images of a Hell’s Angel scuffling with a concertgoer who
subsequently died from stab wounds. Although the actual stabbing isn’t visible
on camera, the implications of the images are unmistakable—the Stones and their
representatives hired bikers with a reputation for violence to handle security
at the free show, which drew an audience estimated at 300,000 people, so bloodshed
was inevitable. Thus, the climactic moment of Gimme Shelter provides a perfect metaphor representing why the
idealism of the ’60s flower children was never meant to last. Harmony, alas, is
not humanity’s strong suit.
Directed by Albert and David Maysles (with Charlotte
Zerwin), Gimme Shelter is structured like
a forensic report. Opening with Jagger in the editing room, the film reaches
backwards for episodes from the Stones tour that preceded the Altamont show, as
well as conversations between flamboyant attorney Melvin Belli (who repped he
band) and the proprietors of potential venues. The Stones are shown performing
numbers at shows prior to Altamont, particularly in New York City, although the
early musical highlight is an outrageously suggestive performance by opening
act Tina Turner. (“It’s nice to have a chick occasionally,” Jagger obnoxiously
remarks.)
Gimme Shelter truly comes
alive, however, once the party reaches San Fransisco. Footage of roadies
prepping a makeshift stage, and of fans smoking and tripping their way to bliss
before the show starts, illustrate the groovy scene the Stones originally envisioned.
After the Hell’s Angels show up—expecting to be paid with all the beer they can
drink—things deteriorate rapidly. Warm-up sets by the Flying Burrito Brothers
and the Jefferson Airplane are interrupted when overzealous Angels start fights
with fans and musicians, even clocking Airplane singer Marty Balin while he
performs. “Both sides keep temporarily fucking up,” the Airplane’s Grace Slick
says from the stage. “Let’s not keep fucking up.” And yet the violence
continues, even as the Stones try to play, ironically enough, “Sympathy for the
Devil.” The last 45 minutes of Gimme
Shelter, comprising the lead-up to the stabling and the violent act itself,
are mesmerizing.
And then it’s all over, with a last freeze frame of Jagger’s
inscrutable expression once he stands up from the editing table, having seen
enough.
Gimme Shelter: RIGHT ON
Well done, Peter. The last 45 minutes are indeed mesmerizing. Tension on the level of a well-crafted horror film, the Maysles film captures the chaotic tone and sense of dread.
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