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5.0 out of 5 stars
The Beatles in their own words - and almost nobody else's,
Derek Taylor, the Beatles' press officer, has devoted his life in that job to maintaining and revivifying the Beatles myth. I don't mean that he tells lies about them, or that there's some sordid "truth" about the Beatles that he seeks to conceal (Albert Goldman, back to your seat!). I mean that he, more than most other people, has helped to shape the posthumous legend of the Beatles as being some kind of uber-human cultural force - what they themselves referred to as being "Fab". His liner notes to these DVDs are in that spirit - you'd think there were almost no other bands during the 60s from the way Taylor writes about this one. Still and all, he also observes (righteously) that the Beatles were the greatest romance of the 20th century.It's true. They were, with all the complicated glories implied by that intriguing word "romance". Maybe it's the quality of the music, maybe it's the power of the legend, but I always come away from encountering the Beatles feeling like I've just ended a wonderful, intense, electrifying but all-too-brief love affair. They can make you sad and happy at the same time. I'm happy that I've heard the songs, sad that there aren't more of them (and that a few of the existing ones aren't even better than they are), regretful that I was born after they split up and never got to see them, glad that they never stayed together and ended up getting old ... (OK, I don't much like "Free as a Bird", but I notice it's actually been covered by those monsters of rock terror King Crimson, another fave of mine, so there's another point on their card)...I could go on. Either way, the Beatles have an incredible capacity for making me feel more alive, that no other band has ever come near. They were the first band I ever liked and they'll always be my favourite. The "Anthology" series' greatest virtue is also its greatest flaw - that it's told almost entirely by the band itself (Lennon appearing in archive footage or voice-over.) We never get to hear from the women, for example, because Yoko Ono didn't want to take part - imagine what Cynthia Lennon might have contributed! ...Of the fans, almost the only contribution is some old B&W footage of a hapless Cavern denizen named Cathy, who you can see fearing that her beloved lads are being taken away from her - "I just want it to be like it was before," she wails, but it was too late even then. I watched this on British TV when it was first broadcast and it's not quite as great now as it seemed then. There seems to be an awful lot of not very interesting footage of the band performing "All My Loving" (never my favourite Beatle song) on some forgotten TV show or other. But it's balanced by a blistering live performance at the Washington Coliseum, in which the band truly wigs out, plus a generous selection of stuff from the great Shea Stadium film. (Why isn't it on video? I remember seeing it telly in the early 70s...) There's a lovely shot from that show of Brian Epstein, standing near the stage, calmly chewing gum, observing the teenage insanity around him and nodding to himself in quiet satisfaction - yeah, this is pretty much how popular I thought they would be. As the series goes on, you start to wish that the inevitable won't happen, but of course it does. They get swamped with acid and produce the gloriously poised "Sgt Pepper", but from then on it's increasingly tragic; no Beatle of 1964 would let something as dull as "Rocky Raccoon" or "Bungalow Bill" onto a proper album. They'd have saved it for the fan club discs. And for every three moments of glory in their later work, there are things like the dreary "Blue Jay Way" or the mean-minded "Piggies" to be taken into consideration. The Beatles at their best were so great, that at their worst it's heartbreaking how ordinary they could be. Watching scenes from "Let It Be" in which they bicker about guitar parts (Paul pompous, George sullen, John uninterested) is like overhearing your parents having a row in the next room. Fortunately they got it together for "Abbey Road"; but the second side of that album is notably less inspired than the first. Ringo always kept this band in perfect time, and when they broke up, it was with an immaculate sense of rhythm. (There used to be a joke that Ringo not only wasn't the best drummer in the world, he wasn't even the best drummer in the Beatles. But the joke betrays a tin ear. Ringo was in this band because the others knew talent when they heard it.) The coda, in which all four Beatles get to deliver a verdict of sorts, is for me the most touching part of the whole series. George is typically reflective, remarking on the spiritual and emotional cost of the whole thing to the Beatles themselves. Paul is just glad it was all done with such a great spirit of love and understanding behind it. (Granted, Paul, and there's no doubt that "Hey Jude" is as good as it gets; but please explain "Maxwell's Silver Hammer".) John, in what from its slightly defensive tone sounds like an interview from the very early 70s, says that they were just a rock band and breaking up isn't the end of the world - true, but this was no ordinary rock band. However, in my book Ringo steals the moment, clearly moved as he recalls the deep, private, four-way connection that this band forged during the maddest and hugest career any band ever had. They were the best. This is a priceless haul of Beatle stuff, more than any but the most rabid fan could ever want. But there were always generous like that. Don't worry, lads, you passed the audition.
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