Retro-Review:
Ladies & Gentlemen: The Rolling Stones (1974) *****
By Craig Kennedy - October 12th, 2010
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards in Ladies & Gentlemen: The Rolling StonesI’ve loved The Rolling Stones since before I liked girls. That’s a lot of years and in all the times I’ve seen them, live or on film, I’ve never seen them as they were captured in 1972 in
Ladies and Gentlemen: The Rolling Stones. I hate to toss around cheesy review words like “revelatory” or “stunning” but in this case the words fit. While it’s nothing very special cinematically, musically this is one of the all-time great concert films, documenting The Greatest Rock and Roll Band in the World at the peak of their powers as recording and performing giants. Even casual fans of the band owe it to themselves to see them as they are here in their prime.
Shown in limited theatrical engagements in 1974 (1973 in the UK) and few times since,
Ladies and Gentlemen: The Rolling Stones finds the band touring at the climax of their most creative period which ran roughly from the
Beggar’s Banquet album in ’68, through
Let it Bleed and
Sticky Fingers in ’69 and ’71, to the epic double album
Exile on Main St. in ’72. The tour itself slides into a perfect niche between the more stripped-down shows of the ’60s when the amps could barely overcome the roar of the crowd and the arena rock era when production design and light shows became as prominent as the music itself. Here the band is the focus and they’re at their lively and dangerous best.
Filmed simply and mostly in close-up with multiple 16mm cameras and un-enhanced stage lighting,
Ladies and Gentlemen is no cinematic wonder. There are no IMAX cameras flying around the stage or swooping over the heads of an adoring middle-aged crowd, but they aren’t necessary. The Stones themselves provide all the energy the film needs. As much as I loved
Shine a Light, the sheer power and vitality of The Stones’ performance here reveals Martin Scorsese’s film to be the museum-piece nostalgia act that it ultimately is. In 1972, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, Bill Wyman and Mick Taylor weren’t pandering to aging baby boomers with a string of greatest hits. They were performing music alive with the here and now.
With the exception of the Chuck Berry cover
Bye Bye Johnny – originally recorded by the band in 1964, its simplicity here sounding almost punk compared to the more layered and produced songs of the period – all the songs on the set list are from the aforementioned
Banquet, Bleed, Fingers and
Exile. The most exquisite stretch of the set kicks in on the fourth number with the beautiful, laid back, country-fried
Dead Flowers. Keith Richards then launches into his upbeat theme song
Happy before the pace changes again with a bluesy version of
Tumbling Dice that’s slowed down about half a beat in tempo giving it a nice boozy, good-time groove. After a devastating workout of the straight blues
Love in Vain, Jagger finally gives a taste of what he can do with the harmonica in an amazing rendition of what might be my all time favorite Stones song,
Sweet Virginia. If it’s not my favorite, it’s certainly the song I most want to hear when I have a bourbon in my hand and an old flame on my mind.
As amazing as that string of songs was – and I’m not just waxing hyperbolic when I say it nearly brought tears to my eyes – the highlight of the show was a number I’ve heard a dozen versions of yet have never heard quite like this. With Mick in a white jumpsuit and the stage bathed in a lurid red light, the band launched into a searing, intense and surprisingly sped up rendition of one of their darkest numbers,
Midnight Rambler. The tempo gave it an urgency to counterpoint its underlying nastiness and made the spot near the end where the song almost lurches to a stop even more jarring. It’s an epic number fueled by anger and violence that always grabs you, but here it is a musical punch to the gut.
As a live act, The Rolling Stones of the ’70s weren’t exactly renowned for their tightness – at times they were downright sloppy – but here, in performances culled from four different shows in Fort Worth and Houston, they’re surprisingly sharp without destroying that loose, unpredictable bar band energy that makes them great. There are no back up singers, but the songs are filled out by the great Bobby Keys on saxophone, Nicky Hopkins on piano and Jim Price on horns. It’s a fuller sound than their earlier work, but most of the poppy gloss has been removed. This is rock and roll stripped down to its elemental blues and country roots and the band plays it with a confidence and a swagger that will blow you away. 35 years later, The Rolling Stones still entertain, but they’ve never sounded as vital as they do in this must-see concert film.
Ladies and Gentlemen: The Rolling Stones. USA 1974. Directed by Rollin Binzer. Cinematography by Bob Freeze, Steve Gebhart, Jay Cassidy and George Manupelli. Edited by Barbara Palmer. Starring Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, Bill Wyman, Mick Taylor, Jim Price, Bobby Keys and Nicky Hopkins. 1 hour 30 minutes. Not rated by the MPAA. 5 stars (out of 5)
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