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One More Time with Feeling

Last week we went to the Tyneside Cinema to see 'One More Time With Feeling', a film directed by Andrew Dominik about Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds album 'Skeleton Tree'.  The film also depicts the deep emotion of loss and grief experienced by Cave, his family and his fellow musicians felt when Caves 15 year old son fell to his death.


Its a raw film, intense and moving.  The music is haunting and beautiful, and I'm only a vague Nick Cave fan - but I have always liked the softer more downbeat arrangements.  Cave cautions about reading too much about his loss into the  lyrics of the album, he wrote most of it before the tragedy occurred but it carries a deep sense of foreboding and loss, he comments he was unable to write anything meaningful afterwards.   When Caves son died in July 2015, the album was well underway and Cave wanted to finish it and release it but was aware that doing so may invite unwanted intrusion into his private family life.  So instead of having to talk to strangers about his feelings he asked his good friend Andrew Dominik to make the film which would do that for him.  Sometimes it feels a little voyeuristic to be so intimately involved with some of the inner workings of those persons close to such a huge loss but this film documents a moving and emotional tribute to coping with grief.   Cave is a poet and uses words well, near the beginning of the film he says

''What happens when an event occurs that is so catastrophic that you just change? You change from the known person to an unknown person. So that when you look at yourself in the mirror, you recognize the person that you were, but the person inside the skin is a different person.''

This really resonated with me and kind of made me watch the film differently.  Its an interesting, involving film, great music and a wonderful tribute to dealing with loss and grief, I highly recommend a viewing.

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