Marketed as a guitar summit between The Edge, Jimmy Page, and Jack White, Davis Guggenheims affectionate, intermittently insightful behind-the-music doc is more electric triptych than meeting of the minds. Yes, the trio gather round the soundstage amps to teach each other a few tricks, but its anticlimactic save for the schoolboy smiles of White and The Edges mug when Page instructs them in the finer art of piloting a Led Zeppelin. But the meat of the movie deals with their individual tales anyway: The Edge showing off the school rooms and studios where U2 became one; Page air-guitaring along to Link Wrays Rumble and guiding us through the manse where the fourth Zep record was recorded; White building a guitar out of little more than wood, wire, and a Coke bottle. Guggenheim pits youngun against old fart: White bemoans technology, while The Edge is nothing but so much so that U2 fans may find themselves disappointed by the revelation that the Wizard is nothing but a pile of pedals behind that arena-sized curtain. Its Page, a joyful instructor and natural storyteller, who steals the spotlight. (Robert who? More, please.) Only real complaint: The movies not loud enough. They should have turned that fucker up to 11.
Sat., Sept. 12, 7 & 8:45 p.m., 2009