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Bittersweet Motel

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Phish, Bittersweet Motel

Bittersweet Motel

type:
Movie
Current Status:
In Season
mpaa:
Unrated
runtime:
82 minutes
performer:
Phish
director:
Todd Phillips
distributor:
Image Entertainment
genre:
musical, Documentary

We gave it a B+

Trey Anastasio, the shaggy bowl cut haired, bespectacled lead singer of Phish, never stops grinning. He looks like a gawky version of the Lovin’ Spoonful’s John Sebastian, and he has the personality of a genially hipper than thou sophomore wiseacre prowling a Midwestern college dorm in 1978. He may be the single dorkiest human being ever to be described by the term ”rock star.” He’s also weirdly winning in his unaffected uncoolness, and it’s his granola sincere vibe of musical joy that gives Bittersweet Motel its lift.

Directed by Todd Phillips, who made ”Road Trip” (but who launched his career with the amazing documentary ”Hated,” about the ultimate punk demon GG Allin), ”Bittersweet Motel” is at once gentle and spontaneous — an unassuming rock band on tour chronicle in which the subjects noodle over song licks and memories without a glimmer of attitude. Phish, a grassroots cult band that never lusted after arena success but found it anyway, have generally been pegged as youthful heirs to the Grateful Dead, and though the similarities are obvious (devoted, nomadic neohippie fans; bearded frontman who radiates happiness without a trace of irony; epic concerts that find their spirit and shape in the flow of the moment), the band’s blues/ folk/ rock amalgam is at once tougher and hookier than the Dead’s. Their sound may be unabashedly ”white,” but, in its straining for the high notes urgency, it’s got a soul that sneaks up on you.

The four members of Phish have no pretenses about their anti-sexy, out of style looks, and, in a strange way, that’s the key to their paradoxical appeal. They’re a modern rock band purged of rage, hype, and narcissism. At the end, the movie, having followed their 1998 European tour, shows us a two day concert in the Limestone, Maine, countryside before 70,000 fans, a healthy handful of whom gleefully strip naked for a group photograph. It’s like Woodstock without the mud, and it leaves you feeling clean.