Utter joy. It doesn't need interviews of talking heads (in multiple sense of the words) to convey the band's artistry, talent, and passion. It lets the performance speak for itself. The shots, both intimate and sweeping, are masterfully composed. Everyone on stage looks like the music is possessing them, most of all David Byrne. There's no self consciousness, no pretension. They'll dance with abandon, with endearing energy, with jerky motions and long jogs. The set and the effects on the other hand are filled with thought. And of course, the songs themselves are classic. I loved how with each song in the beginning more and more people would come on stage, giving things a sense of progression and community. All together, it's not hard to see why Stop Making Sense is viewed as one of the best concert films around.