A vital, anarchic document, high on music, color, and god knows what else. Seeing Janis, Otis, Jimi, and The Who perform is astonishing: they seem not only to play the music, but be possessed by it. But now that the Summer of Love is history, I find the brief moments where we get to know the faces in the crowd—seekers grasping brief idealistic transcendence—to be more interesting/provocative than half the numbers.
The greatest rock festival of the 1960's, by the greatest rockumentarian of the 1960's. The whole thing is amazing, the performances, the crowd, but just look at Mama Cass's reaction when Janis Joplin finishes "Ball and Chain". Wow, she's saying. Me, too, WoW. Also featuring Jimi Hendrix, The Jefferson Airplane, Hugh Masakela, Ravi Shankar, Otis Redding, The Grateful Dead, Simon and Garfunkel, and The Who.
The twenty minute sitar jam at the end of the film is indeed worth standing ovation, but, especially with today's attention spans, is very arduous to get through, especially sober. This film stands as a great monument to an era, one in which I wish I were around to have participated in.
Thanks for making this available, I see the atmosphere that the place had, the harmony and ll the good vibes, not to mention the fashion and last but not least the amazing music experienced in the 60's, wish i would have lived it.. and janis oh janis, simply amazing..