Ever the master of the avant-garde wind-up, Jean-Luc Godard once proclaimed, “Art is a gun,” and here he’s firing all over the place. Rich in the spirit of ’68, this movie cooks a strange brew: Rolling Stones rock-doc and bonkers cine-Marxist polemic. The latter is typical Godard genius-bollocks, outraged and outrageous in its counter-cultural howling. The former is simply genius, covering the composition, demo and recording of (have you guessed yet?) Sympathy
For The Devil.
Stones fan or not, it’s flat-out mesmeric, the anatomy of a classic song shot with passion, intimacy and prowling panache…