I've been taking so long to watch the Get Back documentary about The Beatles. I've been watching it in five minute lumps because I can only take so much musical noodling and endless cups of tea, and it's hours and hours of that, so it's taken 18 months to get near to the end of the thing.
It even got slower as I got on, because I kept getting bothered by the painfully obvious way they had great audio but no video to precisely match up, and would fudge it with the most apparent editing tricks.
I always knew it would end with the big concert on the roof, and had that to look forward to. Out of the studio, out in the world, with the final public performance of the greatest rock band in the history of everything.
But then when it got to that point, I still found that hard going, because any sense of climax or relief that they're finally getting out there and playing their tunes is strongly undermined by the constant cutting back to the dipshit police officer sent in to shut them down.
It's obvious why it's there, creating a narrative of dramatic tension - can the Fab Four pull through? - but any sense of release, or climax, or just plain relief that the band are getting out there and finally doing it again, it's all lost.
Instead, the focus keeps going back again and again to the tit in the helmet, the barbarian complaining about noise control while the fuckin' Beatles are performing for the very last time.
"We've had 30 complaints about the noise," says the uniformed gimp, spectacularly failing to note that there are more than 30 people on the rooftop alone, having the most amazing experience of their life, which isn't as important as the fucking dipshits who want their grey London afternoon to be as quiet as possible.
The cop who steals the limelight with his gormless insistence that all fun must cease for good makes it hard for me to keep going, so even though I've got about 10 minutes to go, I should finish this doco by the end of the year.
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