QUOTE (knowidea @ Jun 9 2009, 09:38 PM)

That's great. We'll I can tell you the footage is going to take your breath away. The quality and presentation is nothing short of shocking. It will be great when everyone can at least get ahold of this in DVD format.
Just got back from the screening, so here's my first impressions.
Westwood was a zoo, but I found parking very quickly, right across the street from the Regent, and although the show was sold out, I got a good seat off to the right, of the main block of seats, so just me and two women who likely had seen the Doors back in their early days. We got a bit of a late start, because of the huge amount of people. Ray and Robby made a quick entrance through a side door, but were spotted by and got applause. Robby quickly waved and sat down, Ray played to the crowd a little more, of course. I'd say the crowd was largely film types, Doors fans from back when, with a smattering of young men. I was the only one with an empty seat beside me, and it stayed that way, happy to say.
The producer of the LA Film Festival got up and read a short note from Tom DiCillo, who was unable to attend, and then off we went.
Is it a great film? Yes, for casual Doors fans and those wanting to know more about the band and the times. Ferrara's footage was very well utilized, and the editing was seamless. It opens with a segment from HWY, while Jim Ladd is heard announcing Jim's death from the original broadcast.
From there, the exploration of the Doors begins, looking at their early days, how the band was put together, and then launches into a recounting of how they were signed by Jac, the first two albums, the clubs, lots of footage from concerts, funny interviews with fans - one got a big laugh, where a girl asks them if they're like the Monkees! I'd say the written material lacks in detail, but for those who don't spend their lives diarying every move the Doors and Jim made, it's basically unimportant. Depp's narration is very low-key and unobtrusive, almost subliminal. Some of the "facts" were startling - i.e., Robby decided that ROTS should be the first single, not LHM. Er ...LHM was the first single, and ROTS the second, driven by radio play. I even let out an inadvertent "what??" at that. Also, the departure to Paris was wrong - April, not the real date of March 11.
Miami is well explored, but so is New Haven, which seems to be where Jim's problems with the establishment really began. As Jim continues to deteriorate, you can see how the other Doors became more and more terrified of what might happen, as he continued his reckless progress, plus the emergence of his alter-ego, Jimbo. Miami broke his spirit. It's sadly apparent that he has suddenly realized that he is not invincible, and the look in his eyes says everything.
It is so obvious that most of Jim's problems stem simply from a sense of alienation and the use of drugs and alcohol to cope with that. Pam apparently got him to a psychiatrist, but he didn't go back. McClure steered him towards poetry, which appeared to refocus him and he was able to find inspiration enough to get to New Orleans, and present the LA Woman material. Ray notes that he literally saw the psychic energy leave Jim, when he sat down on the stage and then couldn't get up again.
That wretched woman from NY is mentioned, not by name though, and she gets laughed at. And so, Jim flies into the sunset.
From there, the filmmakers simply note that, once in Paris, Jim developed a bad cough and Pam had him see doctors, who strongly urged him to give up drinking. Muller's photos are used. The death is explained simply as a heart attack after a night of heavy drinking.
There was sturdy applause, and it turns out it was an audience-involved screening, so we all got to cast our ballot as we left.
Kudos to the editors, who did a magnificent job, Mr. DiCillo for an inspired vision, Johnny Depp for skilful narration, and to Jim, John, Ray and Robby for being The Doors. Without whom, this movie would not burn as brightly as it does.
And, if Jim had gone to any screening, this would have been the one. UCLA, Westwood, Los Angeles Film Festival. And he'd have really liked it, I believe.
The empty seat was for him.