Cocksucker Blues
1972·Documentary·1h 33m
7.1
★
This fly-on-the-wall documentary follows the Rolling Stones on their 1972 North American Tour, their first return to the States since the tragedy at Altamont.
Directed by Robert Frank
rock concert
IMDB
N/A
Cast
Mick Jagger
Self
Keith Richards
Self
Charlie Watts
Self
Bill Wyman
Self
Mick Taylor
Self
Truman Capote
Self
Dick Cavett
Self
Bianca Jagger
Self
Tina Turner
Self
Andy Warhol
Self
Stevie Wonder
Self
Crew
Robert Frank
Director
Popular Reviews
5 reviews
Ava
8.0★ · 01/06/26
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll in true cinéma vérité style… TV Repairman #1 will never die!!!
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll in true cinéma vérité style… TV Repairman #1 will never die!!!
frenchie
8.0★ · 10/07/24
such a bad rip… but the purest kind of music docu so rough
such a bad rip… but the purest kind of music docu so rough
ashley
there’s something so oddly human about this documentary that never fails to amaze me upon rewatches. it’s a humans look at excess, one not cleaned or perfected to show it’s better or more flavorful aspects.
bianca stared at a music box for two minutes uninterrupted in pure boredom as the camera focuses on where her gaze stays. mick taylor walks into a room full of naked people asking for nothing but a blunt, which he takes a hit of, and leaves. keith stands at a reception desk completely silent as a gaggle of people swell around him and he retreats further in on himself. these moments aren’t really doctored to show them in a good light, to be fair those moments would never be doctored: they aren’t glamours, they aren’t interesting, and they aren’t something existing to entertain. it’s showing these larger than life people in their own trapped palace of dreams, one that, while expansive is still trapping.
moments certainly are doctored, the ones they presumed would become headlines. there’s a keith richards quote where he claimed the film was acting, and one is stupid to take in seriously. he was [similarly to every thing else] torn apart for it, though it’s truer than not. a man as intelligent and money hungry as jagger wouldn’t snort cocaine off a switchblade in view of a camera if it wasn’t to make him more money, more success, more notoriety. keith would never look half as happy as he did in view of the camera if he wasn’t acting - any watch of gimme shelter will show how the man never even showed a smile toward the camera through 99.9% of that documentary. the most interesting parts though, they aren’t. those are the moments you want to dissect over and over.
the boredom that comes across through watching these people attempt to make it through a full day. the casual yes-men who agreed to insanity only for a story to tell and not once questioned the idioticy they egged on nor the long term effects fame like that could have.
people say the stones got boring, but to me they only became more realistic. it’s why the parts of keith’s book that get regurgitated are the moments he fabricated, never the “boring” moments where he discussed the effects of fame, the hardships he faced, or the moments where his act fully slipped to showcase the fear and humanity he’d concealed for so long. boring… or realistic? because addiction, fame, isolation, and false images would naturally reveal house pain than they would fun.
bianca stared at a music box for two minutes uninterrupted in pure boredom as the camera focuses on where her gaze stays. mick taylor walks into a room full of naked people asking for nothing but a blunt, which he takes a hit of, and leaves. keith stands at a reception desk completely silent as a gaggle of people swell around him and he retreats further in on himself. these moments aren’t really doctored to show them in a good light, to be fair those moments would never be doctored: they aren’t glamours, they aren’t interesting, and they aren’t something existing to entertain. it’s showing these larger than life people in their own trapped palace of dreams, one that, while expansive is still trapping.
moments certainly are doctored, the ones they presumed would become headlines. there’s a keith richards quote where he claimed the film was acting, and one is stupid to take in seriously. he was [similarly to every thing else] torn apart for it, though it’s truer than not. a man as intelligent and money hungry as jagger wouldn’t snort cocaine off a switchblade in view of a camera if it wasn’t to make him more money, more success, more notoriety. keith would never look half as happy as he did in view of the camera if he wasn’t acting - any watch of gimme shelter will show how the man never even showed a smile toward the camera through 99.9% of that documentary. the most interesting parts though, they aren’t. those are the moments you want to dissect over and over.
the boredom that comes across through watching these people attempt to make it through a full day. the casual yes-men who agreed to insanity only for a story to tell and not once questioned the idioticy they egged on nor the long term effects fame like that could have.
people say the stones got boring, but to me they only became more realistic. it’s why the parts of keith’s book that get regurgitated are the moments he fabricated, never the “boring” moments where he discussed the effects of fame, the hardships he faced, or the moments where his act fully slipped to showcase the fear and humanity he’d concealed for so long. boring… or realistic? because addiction, fame, isolation, and false images would naturally reveal house pain than they would fun.
there’s something so oddly human about this documentary that never fails to amaze me upon rewatches. it’s a humans look at excess, one not cleaned or perfected to show it’s better or more flavorful aspects.
bianca stared at a music box for two minutes uninterrupted in pure boredom as the camera focuses on where her gaze stays. mick taylor walks into a room full of naked people asking for nothing but a blunt, which he takes a hit of, and leaves. keith stands at a reception desk completely silent as a gaggle of people swell around him and he retreats further in on himself. these moments aren’t really doctored to show them in a good light, to be fair those moments would never be doctored: they aren’t glamours, they aren’t interesting, and they aren’t something existing to entertain. it’s showing these larger than life people in their own trapped palace of dreams, one that, while expansive is still trapping.
moments certainly are doctored, the ones they presumed would become headlines. there’s a keith richards quote where he claimed the film was acting, and one is stupid to take in seriously. he was [similarly to every thing else] torn apart for it, though it’s truer than not. a man as intelligent and money hungry as jagger wouldn’t snort cocaine off a switchblade in view of a camera if it wasn’t to make him more money, more success, more notoriety. keith would never look half as happy as he did in view of the camera if he wasn’t acting - any watch of gimme shelter will show how the man never even showed a smile toward the camera through 99.9% of that documentary. the most interesting parts though, they aren’t. those are the moments you want to dissect over and over.
the boredom that comes across through watching these people attempt to make it through a full day. the casual yes-men who agreed to insanity only for a story to tell and not once questioned the idioticy they egged on nor the long term effects fame like that could have.
people say the stones got boring, but to me they only became more realistic. it’s why the parts of keith’s book that get regurgitated are the moments he fabricated, never the “boring” moments where he discussed the effects of fame, the hardships he faced, or the moments where his act fully slipped to showcase the fear and humanity he’d concealed for so long. boring… or realistic? because addiction, fame, isolation, and false images would naturally reveal house pain than they would fun.
bianca stared at a music box for two minutes uninterrupted in pure boredom as the camera focuses on where her gaze stays. mick taylor walks into a room full of naked people asking for nothing but a blunt, which he takes a hit of, and leaves. keith stands at a reception desk completely silent as a gaggle of people swell around him and he retreats further in on himself. these moments aren’t really doctored to show them in a good light, to be fair those moments would never be doctored: they aren’t glamours, they aren’t interesting, and they aren’t something existing to entertain. it’s showing these larger than life people in their own trapped palace of dreams, one that, while expansive is still trapping.
moments certainly are doctored, the ones they presumed would become headlines. there’s a keith richards quote where he claimed the film was acting, and one is stupid to take in seriously. he was [similarly to every thing else] torn apart for it, though it’s truer than not. a man as intelligent and money hungry as jagger wouldn’t snort cocaine off a switchblade in view of a camera if it wasn’t to make him more money, more success, more notoriety. keith would never look half as happy as he did in view of the camera if he wasn’t acting - any watch of gimme shelter will show how the man never even showed a smile toward the camera through 99.9% of that documentary. the most interesting parts though, they aren’t. those are the moments you want to dissect over and over.
the boredom that comes across through watching these people attempt to make it through a full day. the casual yes-men who agreed to insanity only for a story to tell and not once questioned the idioticy they egged on nor the long term effects fame like that could have.
people say the stones got boring, but to me they only became more realistic. it’s why the parts of keith’s book that get regurgitated are the moments he fabricated, never the “boring” moments where he discussed the effects of fame, the hardships he faced, or the moments where his act fully slipped to showcase the fear and humanity he’d concealed for so long. boring… or realistic? because addiction, fame, isolation, and false images would naturally reveal house pain than they would fun.
ashley
the girl running her hands through keith’s hair whilst he had literally the most perfect haircut and those blonde streaks…. god how does it feel to live my dream?
the girl running her hands through keith’s hair whilst he had literally the most perfect haircut and those blonde streaks…. god how does it feel to live my dream?
Dzzynth
10.0★ · 02/07/26