
If they left it at that, it would stand as a great film moment. But we get two more beats that play out beautifully. After she meets the band, she slips Kim Deal her highlighted, read-to-death copy of the book. Cut to: back on the bus, Deal flips through it ever so gently, totally aware of the talisman-like power it had on this young girl.
Finally, as the credits start to roll, the filmmakers give us a glimpse of the girl's cover band, reverently playing "Monkey Gone to Heaven" and then splice it seamlessly into the actual band's version. I can't count how many people I've heard say were influenced by the Beatles but I do know I've gagged nearly every time, barely able to get out, "Yeah, who the fuck wasn't?". (Sometimes it's, "I find I stay alive by breathing." but that doesn't get the desired response.) Here, we see how a band takes hold of one's imagination, passion, thoughts - hell, every damned waking moment - without a single cliche. When kids (mostly girls) are 8, 9, 10 they eat, sleep, drink and breathe acts like the Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana. I've got zero problem with that; quite the contrary, it's a shame how far fewer people develop that kind of passion for bands as they get older. Maybe it's just nature weeding out the true believers.
I hope for two things after watching this doc: that girl never loses the passion and that I get to hear her play someday.
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Welcome back my friend to the show that never ends...
It's nice to have you back Marc.
--Paul's Mike
you know what I love about that post? To begin with...everything...nice work and welcome back. You've set the bar high
Thank you both. It's good to be back.
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