(Dir. John Ridley) (2013)
TVC is assured by B, a colleague with impeccable sources, that this film is not overly prone to truth, particularly in its styling of Hendrix as a violently jealous thug. Without having any personal knowledge, we must say that his persona, as we recall it, does strike one as being more akin to, say, Sam Cooke than, say, Big Lurch.
Whatever, our main fault with this film effort is that it is silly, and rather dull. Whilst watching, TVC extemporized a new set of lyrics to be sung to “Hey Joe”:
They made a movie of your life But just a part of it,
All the English roses who want to be your wife Even though you treat them s**t,
‘I’m going out to shoot through, you know there’s nothin’ to it’,
You a quiet genius on guitar But a difficult, moody, sod sometimes, (yeah)
You’re in a fast car In a military jacket, doing crimes,
Sullen in a bar Violent and subdued at times,
‘Yes I did, I let them shoot this wandering pastiche set in England in the Summer of Love
And they had a camera! They shot it!’
Where are you gonna run to, where you going to be?
Where you gonna run to, where you mean to be?
‘I’m going way down south
Where I can see that doco of ’73 (alright)
And be free,
No Hollywood premieres for me,
They’re not going to put a rope and millstone around me.’