FilmSlashTV: A ‘Marley’ spliff-tacular
REVIEW BY BURL BURLINGAME / firstname.lastname@example.org
Bob Marley was one of the most influential, and most misunderstood, pop-music genius of the last half of the 20th century, a charismatic performer and songwriter who transformed Jamaica into a must-hear musical oasis, a slum boy who worked hard and succeeded against great odds, a reverential figure in the Third World and a significant influence on the rest of the planet, and the outlandishly tragic circumstances of his death guaranteed a measure of everlasting fame. Also, along the way, he smoked an outlandish amount of righteous weed.
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“Marley,” a documentary biography of the man, is as outsized as the Marley legend itself. It goes on and on, and we become privy to every detail of his life — ranging from his mysterious father (a white man whose hobby, apparently, was impregnating Jamaican teenagers) to contretemps with fellow musicians and producers, to a mean, misogenistic streak, to a bizarre role as peacemaker in a civil war, to how a bizarre infection in his big toe led to cancer that he ignored because he wanted to keep playing soccer — and yet,the film never shows us Marley in a complete performance. It’s hard to understand the magic of a man whose most awesome moments are reduced to edited snippets.
Produced by son Ziggy Marley and one-time producer Chris Blackwell of Island Records, this could have become a hagiography. In order to paint a complete portrait of Marley, director Kevin Macdonald delves into less flattering aspects of his life, ranging from Marley’s rather cruel treatment of wife Rita and neglect of daughter Cedella to his control-freak tendencies to manage every aspect of the Marley entourage.
On the other hand, after this long, long time — it’s been three decades since he died — his one-time friends and family members look back on the Bob Marley days with a certain amount of golden whimsy. Former Wailer Bunny Livingston is particuliarly amusing, and the movie looks upon these folks as quaint characters caught up in a kind of bizarre magic-carpet ride that hasn’t yet hit the earth.
Reggae, after all, is now a solid part of world music. Without Bob Marley, it would have remained a footnote.
For Hawaii audiences, the portions dealing with the cultural isolation and economic hardships of island life have particular resonance. No wonder Jawaiian music seems as natural as a heartbeat.
Burl Burlingame is a features reporter at the Honolulu Star-Advertiser. Email him at email@example.com and follow him on Twitter.