It’s a big day for one-day-only online releases. While Doc Alliance has made the experimental documentary “The Iron Ministry” available for 24 hours, Pitchfork.tv is now streaming Florian Habicht’s “Pulp: A Film About Life, Death & Supermarkets,” which follows the British rock group Pulp on their way to their 2012 hometown reunion concert in Sheffield, England.
Fronted by Jarvis Cocker, Pulp was formed in 1978 but went through their most fruitful period from 1994 to 2001 with the albums “His ‘n’ Hers,” “Different Class,” “This Is Hardcore” and “We Love Life” before taking a long hiatus starting in 2002. In addition to serving as a concert film, “Pulp” takes a look at the band’s history, their connections to their hometown, and frontman Cocker’s difficulty adjusting to the celebrity lifestyle. It opens in theaters November 19 for anyone unable to put aside 90 minutes tonight.
More thoughts from the web:
Cath Clarke, Time Out London
“People of Sheffield, are you ready to go mental?” So begins Pulp’s emotional last-ever UK gig in their hometown. Ordinarily there’s something a bit undignified about a pop star who’s getting on a bit cavorting about on stage. Not Jarvis Cocker. His elbow-jiggling antics have always been silly and giddy but still, somehow, way beyond cool. Read more.
Violet Lucca, Film Comment
Music is something that forces us to feel not something, but many things simultaneously. A large part of the power of film comes from the ability to marry music and image, and even the most cloying score or pop track can give power to an otherwise limp or silly scene. By genuinely embracing the richness of music, Habicht avoids the clichés and hagiography of nearly every other music documentary. There are people in this world who are excited by Pulp in a way that nothing else can compare, and there are, in fact, those who live rich and fulfilling lives without ever having heard one of their songs. Read more.
Mark Kermode, The Observer
The live performances are electrifying, all jagged elbows and brilliant pop tunes, with the band suitably assisted not by drugs and booze, but by a neatly organised display of treatments for colds, incontinence and light grazes. On the subject of fame, Cocker asserts boldly that “it didn’t agree with me – like a nut allergy”. Hardcore indeed. Read more.