The initial reaction to this re-release of Jonathan Demme’s Talking Heads concert film from 1984 is obviously to wonder when Andrew Scott is going to face up to his destiny and do a David Byrne biopic. But otherwise it’s just excitement at the sheer energy and presentness of the band’s unique music. I’ve been singing along to it with glassy-eyed fanaticism these 40 years, while still having zero idea as to what most of it means. It never even started making sense in those ordinary terms, but its poetic power is as potent as ever.
This film was shot over three nights at the Pantages Theater in Los Angeles, when the band was promoting their album Speaking in Tongues, which was to give them their smash hit Burning Down the House. The star of the show is of course whip-thin David Byrne, the Chuck Berry of new wave art-rock: duck-walking, bopping, ululating and grooving all over the stage. Perhaps it was this film, released at the very height of the band’s success, which rightly or wrongly crystallised the public’s perception of Byrne as someone more important than the rest of the band, and accelerated his direction of travel towards a solo career. (Although, in truth, Spike Lee’s recent David Byrne solo concert movie American Utopia is very much influenced by the Demme film.)
