Has the music style not aged well?
I'm teach English in Taiwan, and my co-workers are mostly ex-pats (like me), mostly from Canada or The States. They're also younger, "youth culture" hip types. They dig new music and films and so forth.
Anyway, we got into this thing of having "movie night" on Fridays, and I recommended "Stop Making Sense" as a classic, period art-rock thing. Two other folks were able to come: A Canuck, and an American. The canuck is around 30, the American, 26 or so. I'm 59.
They hated it! One thing struck me especially odd: The American, who I had pegged as an open-minded, free-thinking, free-wheeling type, was particularly put off at the moment (I think, in "Life During Wartime") where the camera is directly facing Byrne, and he's doing this wiggly dance, standing in one place, with his arms undulating at his sides. To me, it's a beautiful moment of balletic movement. But in the darkness of the viewing room, I hear this youngster American guy suddenly give this sort of incredulous guffaw, as though to say, "Does this guy have *no* self-respect?" And, at that point, my two fellow-viewers united in their determination not to subject themselves any longer to this film's depredations, and we stopped the flick... and "movie night" was *over*.
What can I say? These responses are so far off from my first-time-viewing imprinting, which was, to me, so exciting and engaging.
Which leads to the question in the Subject Line: Have the stark, moderno stylisms showcased in "Stop Making Sense" failed to age well? Is the film destined to be seen by future generations as a kind of technically clean but ultimately dated and unwatchable "period piece"?
I suspect folks out there might have similar stories. Please share.