As a mother of 11 year old twin girls, I was slightly less than jazzed to watch a coming of age movie about girls growing up. I had trepidations of what I would see, what I would hear that girls are talking about these days and hearing from the world around them- about their worth, their place in society, and their opportunities in said society. Not only did Girlhood inform me, it challenged me, and definitely entertained me.
My name is Susan and I love music documentaries. Surprisingly, though, I’m not a music buff. I don’t subscribe to Rolling Stone or have an eclectic collection of vinyl. I don’t even subscribe to a music streaming service. (Gasp!) I may seem like an unlikely fan of this genre, but what I desperately love about music docs is that we, the audience, become privy to the conception of art. We see the passion, the hard work, and the process, which to me, is often more interesting than the final product. From 20 Feet From Stardom to The Wrecking Crew to The Winding Stream, we are introduced to the backstory of history-making music. We see the raw talent stripped of pretention and production. Take Me To The River, continues this tradition with a heartwarming and heartbreaking celebration of some of Memphis’ musical greats.
“You can jail a revolutionary, but you can’t jail the revolution. You can murder a liberator, but you can’t murder liberation!” -Fred Hampton, Black Panther leader assassinated December 4th, 1969