Directed by: Alan Parker
Starring: Bob Geldof, Christine Hargreaves, James Laurenson
So the last time I saw The Wall, I was probably 16, lucky for me. Lucky because this movie is pretty much only good for boys aged 14-18. Any younger than that and it’ll be disturbing, any older than that and it’s just childish and immature.
The Wall is, not surprisingly, based on the Pink Floyd album of the same name. What is surprising is that I thought the album was about Nazis and WWII or something, not about what a tortured genius Roger Waters is. There’s almost no dialogue outside of the songs, so the film is very visual and metaphoric. It’s about as subtle as it’s own iconic hammers, though, so don’t go expecting anything really deep. Watching The Wizard of Oz with Dark Side of the Moon playing behind it is more of a mind-trip than The Wall is (that is also not a mind trip, but at least you’re watching Wizard of Oz).
There are some neat parts to The Wall. There are some animated segments that are actually quite neat and trippy, but you have to sit through a lot of boring live-action emo shit to get to them. Also, just like the album, the music isn’t that good until you get to the last half of the film (yes, with the exception of Another Brick in the Wall, fine), so for the first hour you’re just sitting there, watching some famous rock star be sad because he is famous and brilliant and how horrible it must be to be him. At least it gives you plenty of time to get stoned for the good shit.