I have followed King Crimson for over 45 years. Their early albums are inspirational; brilliant and innovative. Robert Fripp's melodic brilliance and creative guitar work has continued through every line up of the band this day.
Sadly, this documentary is not about the music or legacy of Crimson. In fact, it pays little or no attention to the music (no live excerpts or mention of the albums etc.) Instead of this It offers a dismal tale of agitated band members (current band) with the addition of one minute comments from former band members, all of which seem vacant and negative. Yes, Robert Fripp is renown for being an edgy task master and notoriously difficult to work with. Strangely, this seems to be the central theme driving this director. For example, there are several clips of Fripp acting agitated (with the director) as he seems to invade his space in less than opportune moments. Instead of treating an extreme introvert with respect, the director seems content in parading his idiosyncrasies. Beyond this, we learn nothing about Robert Fripp or King Crimson.
This film is a depressing mish mash of short interpersonal clips. Meanwhile it ignores the musical history and various line ups that Robert Fripp assembled over the 50 year period. No mention of his abilities as a composer, guitarist and creative wizard.
Sadly, this documentary is not about the music or legacy of Crimson. In fact, it pays little or no attention to the music (no live excerpts or mention of the albums etc.) Instead of this It offers a dismal tale of agitated band members (current band) with the addition of one minute comments from former band members, all of which seem vacant and negative. Yes, Robert Fripp is renown for being an edgy task master and notoriously difficult to work with. Strangely, this seems to be the central theme driving this director. For example, there are several clips of Fripp acting agitated (with the director) as he seems to invade his space in less than opportune moments. Instead of treating an extreme introvert with respect, the director seems content in parading his idiosyncrasies. Beyond this, we learn nothing about Robert Fripp or King Crimson.
This film is a depressing mish mash of short interpersonal clips. Meanwhile it ignores the musical history and various line ups that Robert Fripp assembled over the 50 year period. No mention of his abilities as a composer, guitarist and creative wizard.