There are usually like two types of music documentaries – the ones that are about discovery, like Searching For Sugarman
that won the Academy Award a few years ago for the story about this 60s folk singer who was huge in South Africa but unknown in America, or like the really great Band Called Death
, about perhaps the first punk band in America, a group of African-America brothers—literally, blood brothers – from Detroit.
Or, music documentaries, like Spinal Tap spoofed, that document how some band completely implodes—drugs, death, whatever.
The Winding Stream
is neither of those. This is a really sweet story; sort of Ken Burns PBS style.
What I like about this film is that it talks about where the music came from—from the farm, from this family—and there are no implosions; just a really wholesome, nice movie. Sort of like a warm cup of apple cider.