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| Bernie Worrell | ... | Keyboards | |
| Alex Weir | ... | Guitar and Vocals | |
| Steven Scales | ... | Percussion (as Steve Scales) | |
| Lynn Mabry | ... | Backing Vocals | |
| Ednah Holt | ... | Backing Vocals (as Edna Holt) | |
| Tina Weymouth | ... | Bass, Percussion and Vocals | |
| Jerry Harrison | ... | Guitar, Keyboards and Vocals | |
| Chris Frantz | ... | Drums and Vocals | |
| David Byrne | ... | Vocals and Guitar |
Directed by | |||
| Jonathan Demme | |||
Writing credits(in alphabetical order) | ||
| Jonathan Demme | ||
| Talking Heads | ||
Produced by | |||
| Gary Goetzman | .... | producer | |
| Gary Kurfirst | .... | executive producer | |
Original Music by | |||
| David Byrne | |||
| Chris Frantz | |||
| Jerry Harrison | |||
| Talking Heads | |||
| Tina Weymouth | |||
Cinematography by | |||
| Jordan Cronenweth | |||
Film Editing by | |||
| Lisa Day | |||
Production Management | |||
| Charles Myers | .... | production manager (as Charles A. Myers) | |
Second Unit Director or Assistant Director | |||
| Michael Looney | .... | second assistant director | |
| Joe Viola | .... | first assistant director (as Joseph A. Viola) | |
Sound Department | |||
| David Byrne | .... | re-recording supervisor | |
| Mike Carver | .... | boom operator | |
| Alan Chinowsky | .... | live recording engineer | |
| Jonathan Demme | .... | re-recording supervisor | |
| Walter A. Gest | .... | re-recording recordist | |
| Gary Goetzman | .... | re-recording supervisor | |
| Jerry Harrison | .... | re-recording supervisor | |
| Steve Maslow | .... | re-recording engineer | |
| Mark Wolfson | .... | sound consultant | |
| Billy Youdelman | .... | production mixer | |
| Rick Coberly | .... | sound (uncredited) | |
| Stan Horine | .... | sound (uncredited) | |
| Charles Butch Watson | .... | sound (uncredited) | |
Special Effects by | |||
| Frank DeMarco | .... | special effects master | |
| Dave Sarger | .... | assistant special effects | |
Visual Effects by | |||
| Bill Hansard | .... | special visual effects | |
Costume and Wardrobe Department | |||
| Gail Blacker | .... | costume: David Byrne's big suit | |
| Laura Langdon | .... | wardrobe | |
Editorial Department | |||
| Barry Dresner | .... | apprentice film editor | |
| Greg Goetzman | .... | post-production best boy | |
| Catherine Peacock | .... | assistant film editor | |
| Barbara Pokras | .... | additional editor | |
| Jim Prior | .... | assistant film editor | |
| Brian Ralph | .... | negative cutter | |
| Scot Olive | .... | colorist: HD remastering (uncredited) | |
Music Department | |||
| Nancy Fogarty | .... | music editor | |
| Jim Henrikson | .... | music editor | |
| Joel Moss | .... | music mixer | |
Transportation Department | |||
| Walt Freitas | .... | transportation | |
| Wayne Nelson | .... | transportation | |
Thanks | |||
| JoAnne Akalaitis | .... | special thanks (as Joanne Akalaitis) | |
| Hal Ashby | .... | special thanks | |
| Jeff Ayeroff | .... | special thanks | |
| Steve Baker | .... | special thanks | |
| Susan Doi | .... | special thanks | |
| Katie Elliott | .... | special thanks | |
| Kate Gaffin | .... | special thanks | |
| David Gary | .... | special thanks | |
| Nadia Ghaleb | .... | special thanks | |
| Wendell K. Harrington | .... | special thanks (as Wendell Harrington) | |
| Elliott Hoffmann | .... | special thanks | |
| Craig McKay | .... | special thanks | |
| John Moran | .... | special thanks | |
| Nick Newton | .... | special thanks | |
| Bert Padell | .... | special thanks | |
| Robert Raring | .... | special thanks | |
| Stephanie Spruill | .... | special thanks | |
| Andrea Starr | .... | special thanks | |
| Michael Tronick | .... | special thanks | |
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Before I saw Stop Making Sense I had never been particularly concerned with The Talking Heads, or lead-singer and solo-artist David Byrne. Indeed, I had always been a fan of certain songs, such as "Burning Down the House" and "Psycho Killer", but I had never actually spent time becoming acquainted with the band's music on the whole. However, Stop Making Sense was something I was desperate to view, due to the substantial amount of praise that had been garnered over the years since its release. Now it is safe to say that The Talking Heads rank among my favourite bands, thanks to this masterpiece of musical art.
Essentially, Stop Making Sense is a showcase of the band's collected works. Throughout the 90-minute running-time the concert simultaneously covers the back-catalogue of The Talking Heads, through fluid, non-stop vibrancy. From "Found a Job" and "Take Me to the River" the work is merely a sample of the group's ability to provide some of the most engaging live shows ever recorded. To say that the film is "original" would be an understatement, given that the title still rings true today. Stop Making Sense defines the band's abilities, attitudes, styles and motifs. The New Wave approach the film takes is stylistically engaging to such an extent that it is virtually impossible to draw your eyes away from the screen. Minimalist set-pieces move along with the mood of the music at such a rate that much of the picture feels like a kaleidoscope of blistering sound and trancelike imagery.
David Byrne is the key constituent; bestowing his stage presence, creativity and musical proficiency. His stage dynamics are let loose during Stop Making Sense. The infamously over-sized business suit donned by David Byrne is otherworldly, just like the viewing experience, which transports you into a deep-seated, vivacious trance. Yet it is the suit which distinguishes the work completely. The fact that a regular item of clothing can have the ability to make the wearer seem out-of-proportion and disfigured is both mystifying and captivating. Even more bizarre is that the suit seems to grow relatively larger as the concert progresses. Personal interpretation could be that the suit is an implicative metaphor for the irony of the business world or conformity; on the other hand it could just be about not making sense.
Academy award winning director Jonathan Demme does not just "get the gist of The Talking Heads". Instead he is able to comprehend the themes of the band's work from an unmistakably refined tone that he captures through his direction. The irregularity of the group may be hard for some viewers to swallow, but that can be expected from a group which make music of an acquired taste. As for the choreography, it seems there is none, since the musicians all behave in a volatile and limitless manner. The progressively shifted set-pieces convey the altered reality that you have become apart of, and are an extraordinary example of unbound craftsmanship. Stop Making Sense ultimately displays the band's antics from their perspective; this is due to the extended takes of the performers and the lack of audience shots (the fans can only be seen during wide shots or when the camera moves behind the performers). There are even moments where the viewer effectively becomes apart of the band. A prime example of this manoeuvre is when the camera swings behind drummer Chris Frantz and faces the audience during the rendition of "Thank You for Sending me an Angel."
Characteristically speaking it is hopeless trying to describe the feeling you receive while viewing Stop Making Sense. This is because when seen and heard the mind becomes so fixated with the audacious madness of the piece that every viewer will react differently. Personally, this is the concert which I would irrefutably name as the finest ever recorded, maybe you will too.