I can remember all of it, mostly fondly, but my personal musical exploration began, as it always should, when I began making my own choicesβ metal, then jazz and prog , then college rock, and then outward from there.
So, I never had a childhood steeped in The Beatles and their songs were, for me, from another time. I literally could not care less.
All of that said, I completely get it. This has the effect of creating a sense of immediacy and intimacy for modern audiences that is unlike anything I have ever experienced with footage from this era.
A glance, a smile, the image of a restless handβ these images supply meaning that has been historically unavailable. What this allows, more than anything else, is for Jackson to find the real story here, which is about the love between these artists who, at the apex of their fame and creative flowering, reached an understanding they could not yet articulate that their time together was coming to an end.
This is the moment when, just over the horizon, The Beatles will become an impossibility for them, with three incredible songwriters, all of them bursting out in different creative directions that were only made available to them by the fact of their collaboration, unable to articulate the full meaning of what they understood about what was next.
