NEIL YOUNG: HEART OF GOLD

I am wasn't a huge Neil Young fan before I went to the movie. Of course I can totally be appreciative of his music and enjoy it when I do listen to it (thinking of Glendbln, Cass and me in a car to Lakes for New Years 2004). I even contemplated buying his latest record but I have never before been enthused enough to actually go out and buy a Neil Young record. I figured, however, I am always a fan of music doco's so why not trot along to this flick. If anyone has read anything about this film they probably would have known that this isn't in fact a documentary but just a Neil Young concert. Just a Neil Young concert discredits this movie...or Neil Young or his band or Emmy Lou Harris' amazing on screen presence or the experience of witnessing the divinity of music or the strong connection between these now old musicians or something like that anyway. It didn't feel like just a Neil Young concert. It didn't make me leap for joy or cry with compassion. It didn't even make me wanna go out and buy a CD (the way walk the line did with Live at that prison Johnny Cash played in, now that's something I should know. Anyone?...Folsom?). It did, however make me aware, conscious of and grateful for the preciousness of creating. Whether it be through playing music, writing stories, performing plays, painting, photographing, cooking and so on. Having that thing that you can't get out of your system and you have to do it or else...well there is no or else really. But now I'm just being poetic/melancholy Sarah. The real beauty is that he has been doing, he has been able to fund it, for so many years! dreams can come true...ok I'll take my sappy hat off now.