Fillmore (1972)

I was really pumped to see this one, but as I sat through one hour and 45 minutes of "The Bill Graham Show", my mood slowly deflated. If you have a Bill Graham fetish or you love Bill Graham, you will love this movie. If not, well...The problems include way, way, way too much Bill Graham. Over 50% of this movie is him. More music and less Bill, please. Also, shot selection of the band's performances is horrendous. I don't know if they were intentionally trying to be artsy, or they were covering up terrible camera work. For example, during It's a Beautiful Day, we see unrelated cover shots instead of the gorgeous female lead singer. During Jefferson Airplane, we see exterior shots from an outdoor festival. During Santana, we see Carlos for about 1 minute out of 15 because they're too busy showing the keyboard player's hands for 5 minutes. Last, but not least, the two songs they chose for the Dead were the lamest two songs they did during this era - Casey Jones & Johnny Be Good. I love the Dead, but that just killed it for me.Bright spots include Hot Tuna (with Papa John Creach), Quicksilver, Elvin Bishop, and especially Santana. If you're a Santana fan, you should definitely watch this movie.

The movie could theoretically be released on DVD, if someone can be bothered to work out all the legalities of getting the footage of all the different bands cleared.But an "expanded" edition is impossible. In one of the Grateful Dead books I have, it's said that the director had filmed entire performances by the various bands, and had always intended to make a sequel, but could never get funding to do so. He carried this footage around with him, every time he moved, but eventually reached a point during the 80's when he could no longer afford to pay for the storage fees. So he was forced to junk all of his outtake footage.

This movie is a precious time-capsule that is, unfortunately, out of print on home video. The terrific performances from the likes of Boz Scaggs, Santana, Jefferson Airplane and particularly the Grateful Dead each at their respective peaks, would be reason enough to celebrate this film... But they almost pale in comparison to the portrait of the magnetic pioneering rock impresario Bill Graham and his immortal magical San Fransiscan rock palace, the Fillmore West.In 1971, Graham decided the time had come to close the doors to the fabled concert hall (and it's NYC counterpart, The Fillmore East) due to what he candidly describes as the egos of the performers having run amuck. This now-rarely seen documentary gives us a glimpse into the hassles and headaches (and joy) Graham experiences while trying to put together the lineup of acts for this final week of shows at the Fillmore. Footage of Graham doing dances to accommodate the needs of this performer or meet the demands of that agent illustrate his sense of disillusionment with the "business" in fascinating detail.While the split screen techniques applied here are derivative of the ground breaking work by Mike Wadleigh and company on the Woodstock film project, the subject matter in Fillmore is sufficient to set this movie apart from most other such films of the time. The only question remains is, who owns the rights to this film and why hasn't it been mastered in wide screen for DVD and home video yet?

The music of the Fillmore West closing concert is interspersed with a bit of documentary about Bill Graham. The music isn't reproduced too well (if I can judge by my cable-tv reception), and there is evidently a split screen that is lost (or more irritatingly, almost lost) in the video version. But Bill Graham is fascinating, there are some unjustly-forgotten musical groups such as Cold Blood, and we're reminded that once upon a time Jefferson Airplane did harmonies and Santana was a group, not a guru.