Woodstock (1970) directed by Michael Wadleigh
Ok, so being someone who was born 20 years after it happened, I never truly understood what made Woodstock such a watershed event. In fact, I always found a lot of boomers’ reverence for the festival something which bordered on cringy and embarrassing. What’s the big deal? It was just a big festival where the biggest names in music played, just substitute all the 1960s acid for MDMA and how’s it any different than Coachella today? But I’ve always been curious about the event because of how people considered it such a cultural landmark. Thank God for documentaries. Normally I’m not into concert documentaries and am hesitant about watching a nearly four-hour concert film, but this really was special. The documentary is a really immersive experience as it sprawls from the logistics of setting up the concert, to the concert goers taking over the town, to the performances, and the mud and the debris of the end of the festival. I really loved how quickly the organizers went from “tickets are $18 and hopefully we’ll be able to make a profit” to “f*** it free concert screw our financial backers” once it was clear the fences weren’t going to hold people back from the festival. Lot of drugs, lot of nudity ensues. One complaint I do have has to do with the nudity. Now, I’m not a prude, and there was a socio-political motivation for why a lot of concert attendees were nude (being hippies and all) and that if you’re in public you can’t really have an expectation of privacy and are allowed to be filmed, but at times the cameramen clearly have a penchant for filming nude and semi-nude female breasts that borders on voyeuristic. But the worst is when a cameraman decides to use his telegraphic lens to film a couple get nude and have sex privately in a bush away from everyone. That especially felt creepy and voyeuristic.
The film is brilliantly edited and organized well as it has a great flow to the film. It employs a lot of split screens to juxtapose interviews with life at the festival and split shots of performances. The film credited seven different editors for the film (it’s said there was up to 120 miles of footage shot from the 3 day festival to go through and edit) but most notably a young Martin Scorsese is credited as an editor (you may of heard of his other work) as well as Scorsese’s frequent collaborator and three time academy award winning editor, Thelma Schoonmaker. Woodstock is not only interesting as a cultural artifact of the era but it also makes for a damn fine film. Though perhaps this is sacrilegious but I did not leave impressed by Jimi Hendrix’s performance – I thought it was mindlessly self-indulgent and completely lacked any energy; which to be fair is how I’m sure a lot of the festival goers personally felt after dropping acid and sitting in mud for three days straight.