
David Byrne walks onto the stage and does a solo "Psycho Killer." Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth and Chris Frantz join him for two more songs. The crew is busy, still setting up. Then, three more musicians and two back-up singers join the band. Everybody sings, plays, harmonizes, dances, and runs. They change instruments and clothes. Bryne appears in the Big Suit. The backdrop is often black, but sometimes it displays words, images, or children's drawings. The band cooks for 1... (Full plot summary below)
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David Byrne walks onto the stage and does a solo "Psycho Killer." Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth and Chris Frantz join him for two more songs. The crew is busy, still setting up. Then, three more musicians and two back-up singers join the band. Everybody sings, plays, harmonizes, dances, and runs. They change instruments and clothes. Bryne appears in the Big Suit. The backdrop is often black, but sometimes it displays words, images, or children's drawings. The band cooks for 18 songs, the lyrics are clear, the house rocks. In this concert film, the Talking Heads hardly talk, don't stop, and always make sense.
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| eFilmCritic.comRob GonsalvesThis is an uplifting movie in the truest, most basic sense -- it just puts you in a good mood. |
| Creative LoafingMatt BrunsonA rock orgy of volcanic power, and arguably the greatest concert film ever made. |
| Antagony & EcstasyTim BraytonIt's all so precise even as it is totally loopy, and the music pressed up in our face so urgently and enticingly, that the movie is as close to perfect as it gets. |
| Washington PostPaul AttanasioIt's a treat for fans (Heads heads?), and a chance for the uninitiated to tune in to the band that has come to personify postmodernist rock 'n' roll. |
| San Francisco ExaminerWesley MorrisPart aerobics workout, part self-styled dreamscape, Sense is a hyperactive piece of performance art that begins as the stripped-down dress rehearsal of a garage band and builds into a mighty, exhausting spectacle that shakes as much ass as it kicks. [Review of re-release] |
| San Francisco ChronicleEdward GuthmannHas there ever been a live concert film as vibrant or as brilliantly realized? I don't think so. [Review of re-release] |
| Q Network Film DeskJames Kendricka powerful musical experience because the filmmakers have such utter confidence in the material that there is no need to dress it up |
| San Diego CityBeatGlenn Heath Jr.Stop Making Sense brilliantly represents Demme's endless love of musical performance and gleeful urgency. |
| Salon.comAndrew O'HehirStop Making Sense is so beautifully choreographed that in some ways it's more like theater than a rock show. [Review of re-release] |
| eFilmCritic.comBrian MckayDecent, as concert films go. Being a huge TH fan helps. Byrne's oversized suit good for a chuckle. |