George Harrison - Living in the Mediated World
What a disappointment Martin Scorsese's biopic of George Harrison is. Yes, there is much evocative and painstakingly restored archive footage in Living in the Material World. But the last twenty minutes has a power dressed Olivia Harrison filmed in what looks like a Hilton Hotel restaurant delivering the authorised version of George's last years aided and abetted by that noted authority on contemporary culture Jackie Stewart. That closing sequence looks suspiciously like Scorsese's quid pro quo for the Harrison estate's release of archive material. Olivia Harrison is credited as co-producer on the film and Living in the Material World raises important questions as to whether the control of archives by the estates of deceased celebrities will prevent future impartial reassesments of their lives and work. The header image also appears in my earlier post on George Harrison's collaborations with Ravi Shankar.
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Your comment does lead me to Asif Kapadia's Senna. That was one of my truly great experiences in the cinema, which I am afraid Living in the Material World was not.
But then I was there at Monaco when Senna almost won in a Toleman and at Estoril when he took his first grand prix win. That was in a Lotus, and as I write I can hear the distant scream of a car on the Lotus Hethel test track, which is close to our house.
Someday I may be tempted to write about that distant path of Formula 1. I have some interesting unpublished photos from those days.
Senna was a wonderful thing, and achieved so rare a feat by broadly appealing to people with no interest in sport or motor racing. Even my wife enjoyed it, and she absolutely refuses to join me on the sofa for the fortnightly parade of whining noises that is F1. I was 10 when Senna died; it remains one of my most vivid childhood memories.
I for one would love a path leading to your Grand Prix pics.