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MOVIES: "Amazing" Aretha

AMAZING GRACE **** out of ****

Ok, in general I want audiences to behave themselves. We're here to watch the movie, not you! NO cell phones, no texting, no chatting. But that's not really true. Movie-watching is a communal experience and when the movie's a comedy, an audience makes it that much funnier. At a tense moment, we hold our breath. And sometimes, at a concert film, we...react. We clap or we let loose some sound of appreciation, we are present. The very first film I ever saw at a screening for critics was Stop Making Sense. I was in an empty theater in Gainesville, Florida and it was so damn good I practically clapped along even though I was alone. When I saw a restored print of The Last Waltz at the late, lamented Ziegfeld Theatre (w Martin Scorsese in attendance), the audience applauded each number as if they were at an actual live concert. Who could blame them, with performances that good? When I saw Jazz On A Summer's Day at Lincoln Center, the hep cats snapped their fingers and burst into cheers at the end of Anita O'Day's legendary "Tea For Two." 

So while I was thoroughly transported, agog and beside myself when (finally!) watching Amazing Grace, the documentary film capturing Aretha Franklin's live recording of her legendary gospel album, it was not exactly an ideal audience. A dozen sleepy critics on a weekday morning and not an "Amen" from one of them. I want to see Amazing Grace again with a paying audience that is ready to take part, to applaud, to uh-huh, to laugh and be swept up in one of the best concert films in history. Quiet contemplation is not on the agenda.

I've waited decades to see this film, which was filmed way back in 1972 and then bedeviled by technical issues and then rights issues for 46 years. I bought Franklin's legendary gospel album when it came out on compact disc and the reprinting of the liner notes were maddening. Clearly, a young Sydney Pollack had captured the two nights of recording on film -- the liner notes said so. Just as clearly, the film had never surfaced. What the heck? Years of mystery followed until details leaked out: Pollack had failed to sync image and sound with clapboards and it was literally impossible to match them. When technology finally caught up, Pollack handed the whole mess over to Alan Elliott who struggled and labored over the project for ages until he and editor Jeff Buchanan finally delivered a finished film.

How could it possibly match decades of anticipation? Heck, Orson Welles couldn't do it when his long-lost film The Other Side of The Wind finally surfaced. Well it does. Amazing Grace is exactly what I was hoping for, even if I didn't know it. It captures two nights of performances, showing a somewhat nervous and tense Franklin off stage then delivering from the first note of the first song she performed. (On night two she was notably more relaxed, if still wholly focused on singing and ignoring the countless distractions whirling around her.

Pollack is everywhere, as are a seeming army of people wielding 16mm cameras. He urges one to capture a wide shot, points others to good angles, discusses segueing from a rehearsal of a song into the actual performance (which is exactly what the film does) and so on. It's gorgeously shot but not in the strikingly beautiful way of say a performance piece like Stop Making Sense. It's more like cinema verité, raw and beautiful, with the cameras finding the right point of view and sticking with it. The editing in particular is masterful. And what a talented bunch. Gospel great Rev. James Cleveland is a treat, whether introducing Franklin, schooling the audience on how to behave around the cameras, playing the piano or singing along. Just as magnetic is the Southern California Community Choir, led byAlexander Hamilton (!), who has so much personality as he leads them and interacts with Aretha and Franklin that it's a joy to watch. Individual choir singers stick in your memory like friends, along with audience members who dance in the aisles when the spirit moves them or the celebrities in attendance like Aretha's father (who makes his presence known) or gospel great Clara Ward, who whoops in appreciation at various points on night two.

Every detail feels right, even the bizarre fact that the New Temple Missionary Baptist Church in Watts, California wasn't even filled up with people. (Apparently, they failed to get the word out? Though you'd think even a whisper that Aretha was singing would be enough to line folk up around the block.) So it's heartbreaking to think my six year old self might have wandered in, taken a seat in a back pew (near Mick Jagger) and been taken to a higher ground. But it's also kind of beautiful that the church isn't full, that this isn't an "event" choreographed down to its every detail but a gathering of people creating a beautiful noise and above all worshipping. Yes, there are cameras everywhere, but by and large you can ignore them.

The clothes, the attitude, the raw human feel of the 16mm film stock -- it just all works. And of course there's Aretha. I can imagine singers studying certain moments just to see how she's doing what she does, the way her mouth and tongue and breathing are so beautifully controlled in building up a moment and then bringing it back down again.

It's a thrill from start to finish but a climax comes at the end of night one when Aretha tackles that old warhorse "Amazing Grace." Yes, there's a reason the album is titled after it. Aretha dives in and her performance is so moving, so meaningful, so completely the opposite of a diva showing off and instead the sound of someone moved to rapture while exploring with her artistry exactly what she can do with this melody at this moment in time with this choir and this audience and it just flies. The choir has been seated throughout the evening. But you know why a choir is seated don't you? They're seated so that when they STAND UP, you will feel it as a momentous event. They don't actually stand up as a group, on cue. Here, they simply begin to rise up out of their seats in appreciation, roaring their approval as Aretha soars above them. They leap and laugh and raise their hands and sit back down again to wipe away tears. Rev. Cleveland at the piano steps away and takes a seat to the side, covering his head with a handkerchief, seemingly overwhelmed with emotion. The choir director Hamilton takes over on piano and after composing himself Cleveland takes over directing the choir as Aretha's masterful, transcendent performance comes to a close. I've heard this classic performance many times on disc but seeing the high drama, the intense joy in the room, the sheer spectacle of it all as it was happening all those many years ago was breathtaking.

Don't get me wrong. Cleveland is a performer. Maybe he gets so moved during every service he must step aside and compose himself. I've never seen him in concert -- or in church -- before. But if that's a performance, he's a method actor because he was feeling it. And with Aretha singing her heart -- or should I say her soul -- out, who can doubt it? Can I get an amen?

Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the creator of BookFilter, a book lover’s best friend. It’s a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. He’s also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day with top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It’s available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

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MOVIES: "Amazing" Aretha


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