Scorcese Does The Stones

Let's face it. The Rolling Stones have always been relevant. They're as present as, well, let's see, death and taxes. And the new Martin Scorcese film proves just that: The Stones are here to stay. Permanently.
Mortality has no claim on them. They actually seem to have bought it out.
I tend to be aware of a good number of my daily structures and even though I lean more towards glam/punk, I still find myself mentioning the Stones very often. They've penetrated my speech, hence they're personally relevant as well.
I'm still not sure how Keith Richards manages to be alive, or how M. Jagger still moves and looks the way he does, but the fact is, they are and always were extraordinary performers.
So, during a lukewarm cinematic season, this film is bound to entertain.
As the Times piece notes,
"This is a concert film with frills that places you on the stage with the band and, with a finely trained eye, observes the musicians’ interactions with one another and with the audience. The visual rhythms and unobtrusive editing reflect the contradictory status of the Stones as a majestic rock institution and a gang of down-and-dirty bad boys thumbing their noses at propriety while scooping up all the girls."
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