Led Zeppelin - The Song Remains the Same (1976)

You won't be disappointed!

Great Film overall

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

Led Zeppelin, the one of the most beloved (not to mention commercially successful) bands of all time, are the creators of one of the most interesting, weird and polarizing concert films of all time. The concert footage is from several 1973 performances at Madison Square Garden, and as per usual, the band rocks. Hard. The songs are a good mix from all 5 studio albums released until that point. Several concert staples are mysteriously missing, most notably Heartbreaker (and one of the better live versions, at that) and a shortage of songs from the debut. But all of this is nitpicking, as the title "The Song Remains the Same" does not hold true, as many songs are extended and improvised on quite liberally, especially, Dazed and Confused. All the concert bits are great, but the dividing thing are the live action sequences, witch range from vanity pieces to bizarre acid trips. Overall, they don't bother me, and are at least competently made, but some may feel that they distract from the music. However I more than recommend this film, for anyone who likes 70's rock, and for concert film buffs in general.

Pretension runs all through director Peter Clifton's 137 minute long, 1976 quasi-documentary on Led Zeppelin and a series of three concert performances at Madison Square Garden, in New York City, during July of 1973, called The Song Remains The Same. Aside from the concert footage, the film weaves assorted silly fantasy sections into the film, as well as footage of backstage goings on, such as security guards beating rowdy fans, the theft of $203,000 from the band's safe deposit box at the hotel they were staying at, and band manager Peter Grant's bullying of various Garden personnel over matters trivial and not, among others. The film was not the first attempt at a true 'rockumentary,' but it was the first rockumentary to try and add extraneous fictive material so the whole could be seen as a work of art, apart and above the actual music. Prior to The Song Remains The Same such films, like Michael Wadleigh's 1970 documentary Woodstock, on the famed 1969 rock festival, were basically strictly journalistic endeavors or attempts at cinema veritè. Not so with this film. And that's its fatal flaw.While the music, and even the band's lapses into self-indulgence, are great, the film's cinematic pretensions bring the whole effort down into a barely passable cinematic mediocrity. In a sense, parts of the film play out almost like a precursor to Rob Reiner's seminal 1984 'mockumentary' classic This Is Spinal Tap. Numerous shots where the band is actually 'live' in concert are mixed in with scenes of them on stages at Shepperton Studios that do not resemble their American venues, and numerous other little alterations had to be made. The film would have been so much better had they simply filmed the concerts, then did the fantasy sequences and combined them, rather than the time and money wasting rigmarole that ensued.Unlike the Beatles' A Hard Day's Night, which received overwhelmingly positive reviews for a bad film, The Song Remains The Same, a merely mediocre film, was almost routinely savagely attacked from Day One, mainly for the fantasy sequences. That said, like the Beatles film, the Led Zeppelin film did well at the box office. Unlike A Hard Day's Night, though, The Song Remains The Same was, indeed, a highly influential film. Almost all concert films and rockumentaries that have come since have this film's DNA stamped on it, for the good or the ill. And, unlike the Beatles film, this film's improvs are restricted to the musical stage, where Plant and Page were masters of that art form.

I say this on faith, because obviously I have not seen all filmed concert performances. But out of the many I have seen, this ranks near the top.Led Zeppelin in what I really believe was their prime. So powerful! The soaring vocals of Robert Plant, the beyond brilliant guitar playing of Mr. Page, and most powerful, the unreal drumming of the late great John Bonham.Every song in the film rates a 10 on the performance scale, the best I think, is Dazed and confused. It starts out strong, draws you in, and finishes in an absolute stunning climax, which is jaw dropping, even if you've watched it 1000 times.The fantasy segments are all well done, and interesting to watch. The part where Jimmy Pages ages, and reverts to youth, was groundbreaking at the time, and still is great to see.If there is any part that could have been skipped, its where the late Peter Grant is mercilessly berating an executive from the venue. He was known to be a bit of a thug, and this shows it. A bit unpleasant to watch.This is the next best thing to being at a Zep concert. If you have a big screen, and surround sound, you will have an unforgettable experience.

Without meaning to offend the more sensible amongst you, what is it about the American psyche which makes shrines out of this rubbish? It's impossible to get nostalgic about this just because it happened a long time ago: hype will always be hype.The town goes wild as the bloated ego of the dirigible floats into town. As the group goes through the predictable motions yet again, we're treated to another robotic roller coaster ride to the tune of "look how well we can play our instruments"; yes, it's virtuoso time once more, like a tale told by an idiot, a screeching, cacophonous din full of sound and fury, going nowhere and signifying nothing – except any old mystical interpretation you choose to slap on it, of course. This is overlong, fortified, dreary muck forked out of the old Yardbirds' stable, accompanied by the same old borrowed mindset reflected in feeble, misogynist lyrics about women being unobtainable goddesses or vassals of Satan, low harlots to be bedded before they abandon their lover to turn the next trick. Led Zeppelin: the sniggering rugby club of narcissistic cock rock.Meanwhile, backstage, charmless manager-bully Peter Grant fuels the stupid mythology and rehearses his fatal heart attack by huffing and puffing himself up, roundly abusing the polite local staff and nearly bursting into tears at discovering a black guy selling old photos of the band for a few bob at an unlicensed stall. "Nobody makes a crooked buck from my boys, etc, etc." Poor quiet John Paul Jones! No wonder he occasionally got sick to death of it all! Such a waste of an excellent musician, too.Perhaps my introductory question can be partly answered by the extraordinary visual appeal Zeppelin holds for the Big Hero Worshipper, the spoilt suburban brat and the clueless Walter Mitty who tenses his pectorals in the bathroom mirror and wishes his groin were girded by a gaggle of gorgeous, grovelling groupies, all of them gagging for it! Yeah, yeah, baby, push, push. So, while the weighty wish-fulfilment of the fantasy sequences is laughably childish, it's no surprise that Robert Plant's preening posturing hits the embarrassment jackpot, together with his sing-talking in the middle of "Whole Lotta Love", in which he ingratiates himself with the audience by adopting the famous false American accent, much derided, and deservedly so, by the British punk rockers of the day.But there is a moral, or at least a message to the film; it is an unpalatable foretaste of the message sent by the even more monstrous example of Michael Jackson in the following decade: even if you're pushing thirty, provided that you have a seemingly inexhaustible income and you are mollycoddled and protected by ruthless muscle, you can spend time in a plastic bubble fantasy world of undiluted puerility, whilst penning the next constipated opus which you bequeath fit for an awestruck and ever-grateful public.