Davis Guggenheim’s It Might Get Loud seems specifically designed for a certain type of person. For me, though, there are few films higher on my list of must-sees this year. You can say what you will about Bono and U2, specifically The Edge, but there is no denying that his guitar is one of the most distinctive “voices” of the last few decades.¬† For me, that sound brings me back to high school – the smell of sticky and drying gel in my big hair, the clinking of dozens of bracelets on my wrist, the wind on my bare shoulder as my ripped t-shirt droops down – and dancing like Molly Ringwald in the Breakfast Club.
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And Jimmy Page. What is there to say about Jimmy Page except that filmmaker will be introducing generations to one of the greatest guitarist who ever lived. Probably many of them don’t know Led Zepplin, but they should – it feels like, lately, too much is made of the pop star and not enough made of the guitar player. Back in the day it was all about the guitar player. Well then again, one look at Robert Plant and one might think again on that.
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And of course, the third one, Jack White is more appreciated for what he does when seen through eyes that have already watched Jimmy Page and The Edge.
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Funnily enough, It Might Get Loud might not appeal to everyone. You have to be a certain kind of person to get into it and for many they might think, what’s all the fuss about? That being if there is any fuss at all. For me, though, it’s meditation on organic music and specifically a celebration of the guitar players as gods. Where have they all gone?