Neil Young’s latest album is part diatribe, part folk tale. He grabbed a super-8 camera and shot a bunch of flannel-wearing Youngalikes as they lipsynched to the libretto.

It’s strangely compelling, particularly on the Uptown screen where the grain was the size of a Volkswagon (say, the Jetta, as opposed to the Campervan or something). Certainly never bad to hear his latest music through the lovely soundsystem and let the film wash over you.

It’s a tale of political uprising and media infiltration, all basted in the politics of post-9/11.


[Click to view Q&A from the public screening]