None of the posters in this thread probably including the guy who made this video were even old enough to go see this when it first came out, so frankly I don't give a shit.
Back then it was amazing. I saw it like 5 times in the opening week. Couldn't get enough.
:reads own lyrics as if they were Frost:
:gives facial expression that screams "HOLY FUCKING SHIT GUYS I'M GOOD AT THIS WRITING THING AREN'T I OH YES I AM":
I must be on the right track.
You completely ignored what it was about the situation that irritated me, but that's OK.
No spoken words said:Whenever I watch the film, here's what I do:
Watch and enjoy every performance.
Skip everything else.
None of the posters in this thread probably including the guy who made this video were even old enough to go see this when it first came out, so frankly I don't give a shit.
I was, but I dont know why that would be relevant (I'm with you on the video being garbage though)
No spoken words said:Whenever I watch the film, here's what I do:
Watch and enjoy every performance.
Skip everything else.
Someone in 2011 watching Rattle & Hum for the first time and judging it is no better than me watching and judging Woodstock. If you weren't there, if it was a whole generation before your time, you will never understand.
Huh. Thought you were younger. Well, in that case, your opinion can count as well.
Someone in 2011 watching Rattle & Hum for the first time and judging it is no better than me watching and judging Woodstock. If you weren't there, if it was a whole generation before your time, you will never understand.
This is such weak, lazy reasoning. If that's the case, then nobody can have an opinion on anything that happened pre 1900 because none of us n00bs were there to see it.
"A mole
Digging in
a
Hole.
Digging up my
soul." (smirk and raise eyebrow)
Can you imagine Bono reading new lyrics with the same sense of grandeur???
"A mole
Digging in
a
Hole.
Digging up my
soul." (smirk and raise eyebrow)
I just spoke with my buddy at the UFC and you're out of your element.
It just means a different perspective on the matter, that's all.
I mean, hardly anyone alive right now was there when Battleship Potemkin was first released, does this mean that no one can possibly judge it?
This is such weak, lazy reasoning. If that's the case, then nobody can have an opinion on anything that happened pre 1900 because none of us n00bs were there to see it.
Ya, you make a good point. I just don't think it's fair to write off someone's opinion because they weren't around when something came out.
BB KING in 1988: "You're awful young to be writing such heavy lyrics."
BB KING in 2011: "You're awful old to be writing such shallow lyrics."
Can you imagine Bono reading new lyrics with the same sense of grandeur???
"A mole
Digging in
a
Hole.
Digging up my
soul." (smirk and raise eyebrow)
I think there's at least some merit to a perspective difference.
It's like silent movies (and almost every major innovation point in filmaking along the way) To us, they look positively goofy and almost unbearable to watch.
To the people who experienced them when they came out, they were groundbreaking, breathtaking, and changed the way they saw their stars.
I think you did kindof have to be around and of a reasonable age to "get" Rattle n Hum when it came out. Most 14-16 year olds aren't super music snobs or critics and especially if you were like me living in a small northern town with a one-screen cinema, The Movie Event that was Rattle N Hum was a MAJOR MAJOR deal, so these little things that psuedo critics can look back and snicker about...shit, we didn't care about those things at all. U2 were gods on the screen, and the rest didn't matter.
Example: you sat in that cinema and just felt something distant and yearning about Edge's stares off into the distance. Was it contrived or bullshit? Well this jackass doing his film review sure thinks so, 20 years on. But there and then? It was moving. So, for that matter, was the awkward glimpse into Larry rambling on about someone he clearly adored, grounded in reality or not. When the opening notes of Bad started up, you felt it for him.
I'm probably not explaining this well enough. It's like going to see Apocalypse Now in the early 80s at Bloor Cinema, at an age when you're just becoming world aware and can't figure out what the fuck is going on in Vietnam vs renting it on DVD 30 years later at age 20 with all the historians wisdom tucked under your belt. You can't even understand the difference unless you've lived it.
For me, I wasn't allowed to go see U2 live at that point in my life. I wasn't even supposed to be possessing their albums. Sneaking in to the cinema every day that week was my way to see my favorite band in action. There's absolutely nothing of the other little silly things in the movie that can ever change that for me. Rattle N Hum always has a very special place in my heart. Imagine walking into what used to be that cinema 20 years later, in the very place they took my lawn cutting money for my ticket, to find it turned into a record store, and to have my daughter point out to me the vinyl copy of - you guessed it - Rattle n Hum, sitting right there. The record store kid giving it to me for $10 when it was marked $20, after I told him my story.
Like I said, nothing can change how big this movie was for me. Bono's smug look, Edge's failure to actually play the blues, nothing.
I don't think any man has ever earned himself a punch in the dick more than Bono did from 2:06-2:12.