Setting aside the question
of whether the world truly needed a full-length concert movie from Isaac Hayes,
The Black Moses of Soul makes for
pleasant viewing. The movie is all surface, especially because Hayes never
takes off his signature dark glasses, and it’s peculiar that the movie doesn’t
feature his biggest hit, the Oscar-winning “Theme from Shaft,” even though
songs that Hayes recorded after “Theme from Shaft” are included. As for the movie’s visual approach, minimalism is the order of the day,
because director Chuck Johnson employs limited camera angles and, very
occasionally, trippy solarized superimpositions. For most of the movie’s
running time, the screen is occupied solely by Hayes, either in close-up
accentuating his bald head and thick beard or in wider shots showcasing his
unique costume of a vest made from gold chains. Johnson periodically cuts to
Hayes’ funky band or to his trio of female backup singers. But in keeping with
the religiosity of the film’s title, the focus is on Hayes’ preacher-like stage
persona. Whether he’s maneuvering through a song with his arrestingly deep
voice or sliding his way through an extended spoken-word bit, Hayes plays the
role of a soul-music messiah bringing messages of love (both carnal and
spiritual) to his adoring flock.
Many of the tunes are pop songs that Hayes
famously repurposed on his best-selling albums as sexualized slow jams. “The
Look of Love” becomes an epic meditation on romantic connection, and “By the
Time I Get to Phoenix” transforms into a sort of R&B concerto, with horns
and Hayes’ crackling organ sounds mixing into something potent and sensual and
wild. Hayes and his supporting players are at their best during
instrumental passages, because even though Hayes’ singing has a certain
charisma, he’s superlative as an arranger, bandleader, and player, finding
grooves within grooves and sounds within sounds. He’s also, to be frank, a
somewhat comical figure whenever he buys into his own mythology. Routines at the
beginning and end of the movie involving Hayes wearing a cape borrow
shamelessly from James Brown’s stage shtick, and Hayes loses himself in the
wilds of hep-cat verbiage during the long rap session about infidelity that
precedes “By the Time I Get to Phoenix.” Try to avoid chuckling as Hayes
describes himself “sweating profuciously.”
The Black Moses of Soul: FUNKY
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