Toronto
2002
Standing
in the Shadows of Motown
(Artisan) Rated PG
Release Date - November 15, 2002
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Starring:
Joe Messina, Johnny Griffith, Joe Hunter,
Bob Babbitt, Richard "Pistol" Allen
Directed by: Paul Justman
Produced by: Paul Justman, Sandy Passman, Allan Slutsky
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My day of
movies closed with an easy win, Artisan’s Standing in the
Shadows of Motown, directed by Paul Justman, the
man who gave us T&A Academy 2. Of course, he also directed three rock-n-roll
films as well. And
he does a nice job with this film as well.
Here’s the
deal – this is a movie about the band that played on virtually
every Detroit-era Motown hit.
As asked in the movie, “Did you ever think about who
was playing the music on (name you Motown hit with a big name
singing)?” I have. But not long enough to find out the answer.
This is the
story of The Funk Brothers… 13 musicians who worked
together day in and day out, building the aural ark that greats
like Smokey Robinson and Marvin Gaye and Diana
Ross and Martha Reeves, etc, etc., floated on for
all those years. They
tell their stories of glory and failure, ecstasy and agony. Some had women trouble, some had drinking problems and two were
even white.
Justman is
very clever in how he builds his movie, giving us a new performance
of a classic hit every ten minutes or so throughout the film.
(Ironically, the one that seems to be missing is “Standing
in the Shadows of Love”.)
The songs are performed by The Funk Brothers
and guest singers Joan Osborne, Gerald Levert, Meshell
Ndegeocello, Bootsy Collins, Ben Harper, Chaka Khan, Montell
Jordan and Tom Scott.
And in between the songs, the tales of their lives.
If you love
the music, and I do, its hard to imagine having more fun watching
a documentary… all the more so because it reminds you of how
the standards that have been playing on your radio for years
came to life by way of the efforts of real, flesh and blood
people with real strengths and weaknesses.
And in the singing of Osborne, Levert, Ndegeocello
and Jordan, there is the realization that the music is the
music and the performance is only one of the colors, no matter
how wonderful the new renditions of these songs may be.
Of course,
the movie got me before the credits even began.
As soon as I heard Andre Braugher doing the
narration, I was there. I even applauded quietly.
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