Moonage Daydream

Brett Morgen's Crossfire Hurricane and Cobain: Montage of Heck bent the rules of the rock documentary, but his David Bowie film, Moonage Daydream, smashes them to pieces.

If there’s a message at all in Moonage Daydream, it is secondary to the experiential nature of the movie. That’s hardly a knock. One goes to a concert to be thrilled, not necessarily to gather life lessons.

...a thoughtful, meditative, almost trance-inducing rumination on the meaning of art and life.

If you’re a fan of the Thin White Duke in all his guises and want to recreate that Pink Floyd laser show you got baked at when you were 15, this is the movie for you – see it on an IMAX screen for additional cosmic brain damage.

Moonage Daydream is more a vibe than a narrative.

This is an experience: an immersive, kaleidoscopic fantasia.

Seeing it in iMax was literally overwhelming but the footage is spectacular

One leaves Moonage Daydream with their eyes and ears bursting with excitement. It’s not your typical documentary, and the lesssaid about the movie, the better.

It is a journey that forces you to get on its wavelength, if you dare. But once you do, it is a powerful, emotional, beautiful experience that oozes Bowie and everything that he was. Stunning.

We get to know and get closer not only to Bowie the musician, but also takes us back to Bowie the artist in general, videographer, painter, actor. [Full review in Spanish]