Rent Talking Heads: Stop Making Sense (1984)
4.2 of 5 from 103 ratings
1h 27min
Seeing Stop Making Sense on the big screen was like being baptised in funk. A24’s rerelease doesn’t just restore the image—it resurrects the energy. Byrne enters solo with his boombox, and by the end, it’s a full-blown evangelical service in oversized suiting. The camerawork is unusually fluid for a concert film—more like choreography than coverage—and the sound mix is crisp enough to feel the sweat. It’s pure joy, artfully staged but never self-conscious. I grinned like a maniac for 88 minutes and left the cinema feeling oddly hopeful. Not many films make your legs twitch and your heart swell.