The story of The Wall is told simply with the music of Pink Floyd, images and natural effects. There is no conventional dialogue to pogress the narrative. Our story is about Pink, a Rock and Roll performer, who sits locked in a hotel room, somewhere in Los Angeles. Too many shows, too much dope, too much applause: a burned out case. On the TV, an all too familiar war film flickers on the screen. We shuffle time and place, reality and nightmare as we venture into Pink's painful memories, each one a 'brick' in the wall he has gradually built around his feelings." "Slowly he withdraws from the real world and slips further into his nightmare as he imagines himself as unfeeling demagogue, for whom all that is left is a demonstartion of power over his unthinking audience, the culmination of the odious excess of his own world and the world around him. His internal self-trial follows, as the witnesses of his past life, the very people who have contributed to the building of the wall, come forward and testify against him.
You really have to be in the mood for this to work. It is an abstract film with virtually no plot except that it follows the album. There are horrific moments of a young boy wandering through the trenches piled high with corpses, beautiful animations of surreal intricacy, but there are also scenes of Bob Geldof singing and completely ruining Pink Floyd's tunes. You would not have remembered his voice being so awful until you hear this. Punk is the only genre he could have survived in. Music he cannot do nor can he act. Why did they cast him? Breaking up a room is not difficult to act except for Bob. If you could edit out BG and just have the animations it would be hypnotic.