Monterey Pop ★★★

Kind of a disappointment relative to other films of the era - WOODSTOCK and GIMME SHELTER. To be fair, the festival has none of the dramatic juice of those, but there's also something a bit pervy about some of the shots of audience members, and overly close camera angles on the performers fail to give a sense of scope of the event. But, y'know, Otis Redding. Jimi Hendrix. And I was about to rail how racist it was that they let Ravi Shankar play for four minutes without showing him, then it continued for eight more, rolling to a stunning conclusion. So even though I didn't like it for half the time I might buy the BluRay? Fucking hell.