Music (and film) producer Lou Adler, who helped stage the Monterey International Pop Festival, proudly boasted that a "phenomenal" 1,100 media people covered the event (press arrangements were handled by the ex-publicist for the Beatles), thus guaranteeing that the weekend of June 16-18,
1967, would go down in history as the apex of the "Summer of Love." From that mix of cultural revolution, undeniable talent, and stage-managed hype came MONTEREY POP, the first in a cycle of widely-released, mass-audience "rockumentaries."
The feature skims highlights of the three-day, 33-act festival.First, the hippie music fans arrive, one predicting that the concert in Monterey, California, will be "a love-in...like Easter, Christmas and your birthday all at once!" Even the many police patrolling the Monterey County Fairgrounds
are shown smiling benignly. When the songs begin, one witnesses live performances that encapsulate the era: "I've Got a Feeling" by the Mamas and the Papas; "Rollin' and Tumblin'" by Canned Heat; "59th Street Bridge Song" by Simon and Garfunkel; "Bajabula Bonke" by Hugh Masakela; "High Flying
Blind" and "Today" by Jefferson Airplane; "Ball and Chain" by Big Brother and the Holding Company; "Paint It Black" by Eric Burdon and the Animals; "My Generation" by the Who; "Section 43" by Country Joe and the Fish; "Shake" and "I've Been Loving You Too Long" by Otis Redding. The Jimi Hendrix
intro to "Wild Thing" is the stuff of rock legend--Hendrix jamming on his electric guitar with no hands by twirling it through the air and letting the wind vibrate the strings.
From time to time, the camera cuts to the festival-goers, a happy aggregate of Haight-Ashbury habitues, caught on celluloid before Hollywood mutated the counterculture into camp hippie stereotypes. There's a pet monkey with "love" painted on its forehead, a concession stand giving away "free
rocks," and a pretty girl from Champagne, Illinois, who finds herself unexpectedly on the all-volunteer cleanup detail. During the finale, as Ravi Shankar plays an Indian raga, a montage unites all ages and races among the transfixed onlookers.
It's a very selective presentation, conspicuously lacking footage of the infamous moment when Laura Nyro was jeered off the stage for singing doo-wop. Neither are there overt signs of the rampant drug use or political infighting behind the scenes (San Francisco "activists" threatened a
simultaneous counter-festival to protest Monterey). Compared to D.A. Pennebaker's previous feature DON'T LOOK BACK (1967), the warts-and-all portrait of Bob Dylan, MONTEREY POP seems very much an authorized presentation of its subject. It was, indeed, a commercial hit, allowing moviegoers a
vicarious taste of the once-in-a-lifetime concert gathering and paving the way for WOODSTOCK (1969) and GIMME SHELTER (1970). leave a comment