All My Loving & The Pink Floyd and Syd Barret Story

Seems like a good deal. Two documentaries about ’60s British rock ‘n’ roll for the price of one. But since the two movies combined only run 101 minutes, it’s more like one movie for the price of one. And since only one of the two is even remotely worth seeing, it’s more like half a movie.

All My Loving
This BBC look at the current state of popular music makes you thankful that the ’60s are history. Rock stars pontificate. People who hate rock pontificate. The narrator speaks with such formality you think he’s introducing the queen. The choices of songs and performance clips are almost always poor, and the footage from Vietnam and the Holocaust just seemed tacked on for attempted relevance. Take it from a baby boomer who loves the Beatles and Stones and almost worships The Who: All My Loving is the perfect cure for ’60’s nostalgia.
The Pink Floyd and Syd Barret Story
It’s very strange to watch a documentary about an important rock figure who self-destructed at an early age, and whose band mates talk about him in the past tense, and then realize at the end that he’s still  alive (or was on this movie was made in 2003; he died last year). Syd Barret was a major force in Pink Floyd in the group’s early years, before Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall. But insanity, possibly brought on by too much acid, destroyed his career. John Edginton has fashioned a workable and reasonably interesting documentary for Barret’s story, but nothing really exceptional.