So writing from Cannes, EW's reporter doesn't like Ang Lee's latest:
There's very little of the authentic music and even less of the authentic vibe in Ang Lee's Taking Woodstock, a view of the legendary 1969 Woodstock Music and Art Festival as seen through the eyes of a gay, Jewish, aspiring interior designer and his immigrant parents who ran a ratty Catskill motel down the road from where it all went down. So if you want the truth - and the spirit - get Michael Wadleigh's great 1970 Woodstock documentary on Netflix.
Umm, yes, if you want the "truth" go see a documentary. Who would have thought!?! Personally, I'd much rather see an Ang Lee movie with that cast than the "truth". The "truth" is at this point beaten to death - and that's before we get into it being smelly and dirty, and as Charlotte noted in The Last Days of Disco: "You know the Woodstock generation of the 1960s that were so full of themselves and conceited? None of those people could dance."
Posted by armand at May 19, 2009 11:48 AM | TrackBack | Posted to Movies