The late 1990s were an interesting time. The bull market seemed unstoppable, the State and Unions were retreating and corporations were poised to take over the world. Bill Clinton and Tony Blair were the undisputed leaders of the "Free World", China was a sleeping giant and Russia was licking its wounds after defeat in the Cold War and a catastrophic economic collapse in 1998 that took an obscure former KGB agent called Vladimir Putin to power. The USA was wreaking economic, cultural and military havoc all over the world and calling it "globalization". Internet was beginning to show its formidable potential to radically change the way we live, work, consume and communicate. The dot com bubble was reaching peak size and would soon burst, setting the scene for the few survivors (Amazon, Apple, Microsoft, Google) to establish their megalithic dominance in the next decades. The turn of the millennium was expected with a balanced mix of hope and anxiety. Baby boomers were still largely in control of all the economic levers and the G-Xens were growing increasingly cynical and disaffected as they woke up in fright from the American Dream. Riots broke out at the WTO meeting in Seattle and other subsequent ones, revealing a simmering discontent with the lack of opportunities and the precarization of work.
Against that backdrop, a few baby boomer money-grubbers used the "Woodstock" brand to make a quick buck organizing a 30th anniversary event. They hoarded them like cattle and milked them out of every penny in conditions resembling a POW camp - in an abandoned military base of all places. What could go wrong? Not much in fact, all acts appeared on schedule and the audience put up with the deteriorating conditions with incredible forbearance. Until, that is, at the 11th hour the organizers failed to deliver the grand finale everyone expected, so riots, looting and fires broke out which were incredibly photogenic but otherwise inconsequential. The documentary amps up all the events leading to the messy ending with an ominous sense of foreboding, with ticking clock and all, but art here imitates life in letting us down completely with a lackluster ending. The level of analysis is on par with the non-event it describes and the talking heads fly very low in language or analytical ability. One quickly loses count of the instances of "literally" and profanity in the interviews. In fact, one suspects that the British director has it in for Americans, as his cast of characters appears to have been specifically chosen to display the worst stereotypes that the red-white-and-blue slaps the world with: shrill, hyperbolic, self-important blowhards uttering the stupidest platitudes with a smirk. There's even a girl called "Heather" (how perfect is that?) that seems to have become even more annoying today than she was back in 1999.
The lack of self-awareness is strong in this one: in spite of the abundant use of "horrific" and "horrifying" all throughout, and of the protagonists insisting in the that this was an era-defining catastrophe on par with the crash of the Hindenburg or 09/11, the festival attendees wrap it up cheerfully admitting that it was the best day of their lives and that they would do it all over again any time. The organizers also seem quite content, speaking from their mansions or corporate offices and never asked about the 37 million dollars they cashed in overpriced tickets. It is also never explored who decided that it was a good idea to charge 4 dollars for a water bottle or who was in charge of the garbage collection and couldn't be bothered. A couple of accidental deaths and four rapes are mentioned but no solid evidence is produced to back them up, nor are responsible people, suspects or police investigations mentioned. In any case, if any deaths or rapes happened, they were hardly related to the riots at the festival's end (which is quite astonishing to be honest). Compare that to the three confirmed (with name, surname and cause of death) deaths at the original Woodstock in 1969 and four at the subsequent Altamont Speedway Free Festival in the same year. So much for the Peace and Love generation. So, to sum up, inappropriate context, quick-fire editing, grating interviews, messy footage, no music, and a disappointing ending all blend perfectly to produce a completely forgettable feature which is not even original: just an also-ran to a similarly poor effort from HBO max. Oh well, at least they spared us Moby in this one. If you want to see how it's done watch "Gimme Shelter" instead.
Against that backdrop, a few baby boomer money-grubbers used the "Woodstock" brand to make a quick buck organizing a 30th anniversary event. They hoarded them like cattle and milked them out of every penny in conditions resembling a POW camp - in an abandoned military base of all places. What could go wrong? Not much in fact, all acts appeared on schedule and the audience put up with the deteriorating conditions with incredible forbearance. Until, that is, at the 11th hour the organizers failed to deliver the grand finale everyone expected, so riots, looting and fires broke out which were incredibly photogenic but otherwise inconsequential. The documentary amps up all the events leading to the messy ending with an ominous sense of foreboding, with ticking clock and all, but art here imitates life in letting us down completely with a lackluster ending. The level of analysis is on par with the non-event it describes and the talking heads fly very low in language or analytical ability. One quickly loses count of the instances of "literally" and profanity in the interviews. In fact, one suspects that the British director has it in for Americans, as his cast of characters appears to have been specifically chosen to display the worst stereotypes that the red-white-and-blue slaps the world with: shrill, hyperbolic, self-important blowhards uttering the stupidest platitudes with a smirk. There's even a girl called "Heather" (how perfect is that?) that seems to have become even more annoying today than she was back in 1999.
The lack of self-awareness is strong in this one: in spite of the abundant use of "horrific" and "horrifying" all throughout, and of the protagonists insisting in the that this was an era-defining catastrophe on par with the crash of the Hindenburg or 09/11, the festival attendees wrap it up cheerfully admitting that it was the best day of their lives and that they would do it all over again any time. The organizers also seem quite content, speaking from their mansions or corporate offices and never asked about the 37 million dollars they cashed in overpriced tickets. It is also never explored who decided that it was a good idea to charge 4 dollars for a water bottle or who was in charge of the garbage collection and couldn't be bothered. A couple of accidental deaths and four rapes are mentioned but no solid evidence is produced to back them up, nor are responsible people, suspects or police investigations mentioned. In any case, if any deaths or rapes happened, they were hardly related to the riots at the festival's end (which is quite astonishing to be honest). Compare that to the three confirmed (with name, surname and cause of death) deaths at the original Woodstock in 1969 and four at the subsequent Altamont Speedway Free Festival in the same year. So much for the Peace and Love generation. So, to sum up, inappropriate context, quick-fire editing, grating interviews, messy footage, no music, and a disappointing ending all blend perfectly to produce a completely forgettable feature which is not even original: just an also-ran to a similarly poor effort from HBO max. Oh well, at least they spared us Moby in this one. If you want to see how it's done watch "Gimme Shelter" instead.
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