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Brian Wilson ever wrote about this confusing world at the most beautiful music. His songs are terribly perfect and impossible to translate the engineer in terms of creative process. It is clear that you can break down the production of the songwriters and the careful masterpiece of the production, such as “Surfer Girl”, “When I grow up as a man” and “Don’t worry baby,” but considering their existence, how they were born, how could someone hear so strange harmonic and convey them to their bandmates …
While learning it Wilson is dead At the age of 82, I was struck by the same feeling of melancholic hope that I feel every time I listen to “only God knows” (so well used “boogie nights”) or “I just wasn’t done in these times.” From the measurement, these songs turn from deep sorrow to unlimited air; They understand the whole of what it feels like to be a person. They are both soothing hugs and shoulders cry. They are forever, but Wilson wasn’t. And even though I have scattered the idea that this single creature has left us, there is some comfort in his departure.
Not all artistic geniuses have been created equally. Some may be illusing, hard charging and breathtakingly adaptive changes. Others can be brittle, scared and exposed to serious depression. When they cannot convince their life’s sorrow and anxiety through healthy means, they hit the drug and alcohol scam code. In these subjects, they find temporary relief and sometimes reject the stuck sounds and visions. But there is a bill that will inevitably be due. When you change your consciousness and neglect your physical well -being for a long time, you can only recover so far. It is the life of declining recovery. Somehow, even though he fought with his demons on his head and in an enraged way in his life for decades, Wilson proved to be sufficiently durable to perform two all -time amazing works of art. And there is a very good movie that gives you a confused idea of how he pulled it all in one very different period in his life.
Bill Pohlad’s “Love & Mercy” is a fascinating bio. It’s a tag team actor that brings out the best Two phenomenal actors (Paul Dano and John Cusack) When they play Brian Wilson, who is struggling with a perhaps a significant creative company called “Smile” under impossible weight. Both schedules are on their own, but Dano’s segment is particularly shocking because if you know Wilson, you know well that this is when this Sui Generis applicant changed from reality due to LSD. His father Murry (Bill Camp) and his legendally terrible cousin Mike Love (Jake Abel) also abused younger Wilson at different levels.
Cusack’s part of the story was set in the 1980s, where Wilson mixes through life through Quack psychologist Eugene Landy (Paul Giamatti). This is more common pieces of the film, but Pohlad manages to make it sing it by equating its previous Wilson’s previous studies. It also helps Elizabeth Banks give one of its best performances so far, when Melinda Ledbetter, a car sales that help the musician to be released from Landy’s dominant influence.
At its best, Pohlad’s film is when it shows Danon Wilson in collaboration with Wrecking with a Wrecking crew, a good session band like ever was on the recording of “Pet Sounds” on the existing album, a Kivi-cold masterpiece, which is considered a confusing abuse of his day. Music biopies are no longer self -parody (I mean it’s been past 18 years ago Jake Kasdan “Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story” Adapted the form), but this is a movie that conveys more about its brilliant protagonist’s mental health than by raising a new interest in his back list. Wilson did not come up with his decades -long battle on the other side of the mental illness and substance abuse. But it looks like he found some peace. And now peace is everything he has. At the same time we get music. And we have never needed such rare beauty more than now. Thank you, Mr. Wilson.