JackOrion

Thanks to this film, we can pretend we are a curious "eye" at a Dead gig in 1974. We are free to reflect on many different types of concert goers, without other people's comments or moral judges. Here are common teens and youngsters, healthy, curious, seekers, and cracked. Of course, we'll also meet some hippies, a member of Hells Angels, policemen and sausage selling guys. All this alongside the bass show of Phil Lesh and the fragile voice and glittering guitar sounds of Jerry Garcia.

Of course, much of the repertoire is standards without any deeper meaning. With Dead, it's under the improvised parts that we'll experience something bigger, something that no other rock band I know of has been close to. To illustrate this, the "eye" chooses to enjoy free dance, a visual description of Dead's greatness. The rhythm section with Lesh, Bill Kreutzmann (drums) and Bob Weir (rhythm guitar) should be enough. But on top of that, Garcia's lead guitar takes us away from everyday life on trips that doesn't feel repetitive.

44 years afterwards, the music still inspires. Sadly, the time atmosphere can't be regained in real life - we are committed to the future. However, like the song "Eyes of the World", we can still look back at the seventies, at a time that sure was no utopia but a time where people still were searching for something new and original.

According to chief dramaturgy, we are initially faced with superficial evil to motivate the righteous revenge of heroes. In addition, the idea is that the revenge will receive extra points on moral accounts since the revengers represents all the American ethnicities plus a woman. For every dead villain we are supposed to salute. It becomes lots of it, because the villains are many. Not even Rambo could have killed more bad guys.

This re-make is unusually bad. The most impressive thing is the sweat on the actor's skin. Sometimes they might act, looking tough or even afraid. Well, it's not necessarily the actors that are untrue. It's the script that's rotten.