Jonathan Demme timed this idea perfectly. Talking Heads may have already been around years before and may have peaked in fame two years after but 1980-1983 marked the most frantic energy for both their music and performances. Squeezing this in for 1983 (released a year later) - after the release of Speaking in Tongues - was a true miracle. Wonderful things were born. Perhaps if Demme had come to Byrne and the gang with the idea two years prior or two years after it wouldn't have captured the true peak of Byrne's theatrics nor given him his very own ideas for the performance. It all seems like perfect timing. Perfect timing for it to be the cult film that it is.

They are one of my favourite bands, easy top five for sure, so it's insane that I have never seen this before (especially since I've heard lesser-known live albums from them) but I think it was all a blessing in disguise; a first-time experience in the theatres with my mother and grandfather in a packed room is unbeatable...

I'm willing to bet David's fueled on cocaine here despite the very valid suggestions otherwise (he truly is the type to be like that sober) but I just cannot believe this managed to keep a grin on my face for the entire thing. Overwhelming joy. I wasn't sure what the hell this was for it to be in all of them 'best films of all time' lists but now I get it. This makes me want to vomit over so many other movies. Zero pretentiousness on display here, Zero ego. Yet, still, somehow, it feels like storytelling. Like a film with a narrative.
Talking Heads can never get a documentary with interviews and all that gunk because this documents them better than anything else. They were never a band to explain themselves nor make sense of the world around them. Just a big suit with jelly legs dancing on stage for us - that's what music has always really been anyway. Stop making sense of art and run around a stage to your own song instead.