Kinks music still shines...
Whether presaging punk by a good decade or purveying tuneful white-suited music hall whimsy, this key talent in the Brit pop boom of the 1960s remains to this day an ineffably English act.
However, this film contextually isn't, appearing to be a re-purposed US TV offer of some years vintage but not enough to lend it period appeal. As if the provenance isn't unclear enough, the premise of collating an assortment of often indistinct archive clips threaded by a hoaxy American voiceover renders the affair akin to looking for a familiar yet always distant landmark in a snowstorm.
Cheap begetting cheap, the production values of the original film are unfortunately reflected in its rendering to DVD. And yet ... despite it all, the music still shines through and there are some moments here that credit The Kink's place in Britain's Rock 'N Roll Hall of Fame. But to Really Get Me, go back to Start and try again.
Review by Peter Muir