Tribute To Jim Morrison
Ten years had passed since Jim Morrison’s passing when this tribute was filmed. You get the sense, instantly, that the other three Doors needed/wanted a paycheque. A clue arrives when one of them announces they don’t – at all – need a paycheque.
There are glimpses of The Doors in concert and stories about Jim, his magnetism, his mystique – no real unpacking concerning what allegedly made him an enigma, but plenty of talk about how something/s made him an enigma.
Hey, it would have been emotional – interesting even (at a stretch) – at the time. But now there are far too many Doors docos and fictional retellings and concert films and collections of video archives and reissues of the music and so on and on (and on…)
But watching it now – over 30 years after it was filmed, over 40 years on from the demise of the Morrison-version of The Doors (the version) you see the remaining members of the original quartet as the worst kind of sixties survivors; all boat-shoed and pastel-trousered, new age philosophies mingling with ad-speak. Their wives fucking their accountants, them fucking their daughters’ friends…
And though they’re singing Jim’s praises (while stealing his phrases) it’s all token.
Because what really needs to be said. The Doors were great and you love them. Or they grated and you hate them. For me it’s a little of column A/a little of column B, depends on the day.
Didn’t need this DVD to clear anything up. And just as well – because it doesn’t.