Director Allan Parker once told an interviewer that the time spent on "The Wall" was "one of the most miserable experiences in my creative life." And for good reason. Because Roger Waters (former leader of Pink Floyd) forgot that he was a songwriter and not a screenwriter, this eroding feature film version of the band's blockbuster concept album follows the album to a T, proving itself undeniably predictable. "The Wall" (fantastic as an album) tells the story of Pink (Bob Geldof), a rock star who is traumatized by memories of an overprotective mother, wicked schoolteachers, a cheating wife, and a father he never knew. The poor, amateur script leaves no character exploration or that much of a plot for that matter. Geldof does little more than some singing and tantrum throwing, and when he's not doing that, he's staring into space in his hotel room. Parker's expertise was wasted on this "movie"...the term is is used loosely, seeing as how "The Wall" is basically a two hour promo. Political cartoonist Gerald Scarfe's animation sequences are somewhat worthwhile, and the great music of Pink Floyd is always great to enjoy, but the film is just plain bad. Though it does remind the audience how awful it must be to be a famous, rich rock star.
Review of Pink Floyd: The Wall
