Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man (2006)

Very well executed

The story-telling is good with flashbacks.The film is both funny and heartbreaking. You smile in a scene and get a soulcrushing revelation in the next.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

The thing I enjoyed most about the film is the fact that it doesn't shy away from being a super-sized-cliche;

Leonard is always engaging, and one stays with this messy and overlong piece of amateurism. But it generates rage by the frequency with which performers appear without being identified. Others have commented upon the frequent and irritating inclusion of the luminous graphic frame that anticipates the arrival of Bono and the lads, and they are dead right: it is just one of the many deeply irritating aspects of this potentially delightful piece. EG:Many of the performances just go on and on and on and on -- including, in one case, through the introduction of every member of the band. And a very long series of introductions it is. This is a very thick, incompetent director, who needed to be taken in hand at the editing bench and reminded that the primary responsibility is to the audience. One would have thought that Mel Gibson would have had something to say about tidying it up. Alas.Patrick Watson Toronto

If I were trying to indoctrinate someone into Leonard Cohen, it wouldn't be through this bio piece.The one performance with Leonard and U2 during the documentary bordered on campy. I'm left with a feeling that the actual signal-to-noise ratio of this work was sorely lacking and very undercooked.There was quite a bit of discussion with Leonard about his life, mostly the events that people know about, answered a bit more in-depth. I found myself wishing for more discussion on the poetry of Leonard, more in depth info on his inspirations, where he learned his turns of phrase and metaphoric stylings.This documentary is short bits of discussion with Leonard, long bits of music performed by people other than Leonard, punctuated with celebrities gushing and fawning over him.

HUMBLE>>>? Canadians are the most intellectual culture since The French Revolution. We're half French, which the Anglophones of Montreal must overcome with Anglo-Arrogance! There's nothing wrong with this film that a lot of egocentricity won't appreciate! Americans MAY buy the humility that says we don't aspire to FAME but Leonard is more famous than Tony the Tiger! His humility matches the Kelloggs' Rooster that says, "People like YOU like Kellogg's Corn Flakes!" Mr Cohen HAS nothing to be humble about. Everyone poses his wit! Who wouldn't?OK. All kidding aside. EVERY negative review forgets the director's timing which has Cohenesque timing and delivery! This is an impeccable first effort in a milieu that demands a mind sharpened on lyrical witticism. I find no fault with this movie. Leonard could not be more proudly represented. Every guy in the theater can sing his OWN mono-bari-tone Cohernmony. That's why WE love Leonard! WE have a voice!

There's a moment in this film when Nick Cave describes the reason he first liked Leonard Cohen. Cohen's songs represented everything that Cave's home town wasn't. I suppose the same thing brought me to be a fan of Cohen's. It was never anything I defended. It was a very personal and quiet admiration. But it was also a deep one.Cohen's lyrics had always seemed like elaborate word puzzles to me. Bordering on the bizarre or obscure, they touched me in a place that needed affirmation, songs that acknowledged at the same time my faith and as well as skepticism of the political environment. But there was always that "puzzle" which was playful and mocking at the same time. No one—at least who I admired—did that with their music. When I heard that producer Hal Willner's tribute at the Sydney Opera House had been filmed and opened at Sundance, I was excited because I thought, "Finally someone else likes him too." I hadn't run across that many Leonard Cohen fans in my four decades of admiration. And I had read reviews that quibbled with the various interpretations of songs in the film and what some reviewers felt the filmed lacked. So I went prepared to be disappointed. I was anything but.The quality of the cinematography of Lian Lunson's tribute was the first thing that surprised me. The scenes of performances at the Sydney Opera House are beautiful with the musicians stepping out of inky blackness. The simplicity of the staging and the tight frame on singer's faces gives the film viewer a vantage that the audience in Sydney didn't have. There's a texture which Lunson added that wasn't artsy; I found it artful.And the performances are electrifying. Many have already commented on the Wainwright's and Anthony Hegarty's contributions. So I'll skip that (although Martha Wainwright blew me away). For me, Teddy Thompson's strong folk vocals were the most successful, and I'm pleased the soundtrack gives us an additional track of his performance. With the McGarrigle sister's unearthly harmonies with Martha Wainwright and then Julie Christensen/Perla Battala's performance that leads to the closing of the film, I was moved to tears by the beauty and power of their performance. Battala has a terrific solo album of Cohen's music. If you haven't heard it, seek it out. I suppose if Bono and The Edge agree to be in your film, you're obligated to include as much of what they say as you can. Personally, their praise was redundant and finally uninteresting. And while I'm a fan of their music and admire their philanthropy, I'd had quite enough of their gushing halfway through the movie.What we get of Cohen himself is plenty. For one, he's returning to the stage, and the film leads to that moment with the use of dissolves and overlays of the final performance tacked onto the end of movie. For reasons I don't understand, many people object to that. I thought it was terrific and Lunson teases us at the film's start with the moment of Cohen stepping up to the microphone in a New York cabaret where he gained his notoriety.The long interview with Cohen that is interspersed between the performances has also been a target of critics. But each segment leads quite directly to the next performance with Cohen commenting on the next song, giving us background of either the next song or the performer. Occasionally, he'll talk about himself, but he's not seeking celebrity, and those who kneel at that particular altar will be disappointed. This is a musical tribute and not a biographical film. Like many, I wanted more, but I wanted more of the same. I couldn't wait to see who the next performer was or what they would do with the music. Only Nick Cove sticks to a strict repeat of Cohen's arrangements. Everyone else brings something new and different and often haunting to songs that are already instilled with mystery. And I was grateful that Willner chose not to drag out old saws like Judy Collins, Jennifer Warnes or Buffy St. Marie to give us a reprise of those who popularized Leonard Cohen's songs. The performances in "Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man" are new and fresh, demonstrating each song's timelessness and after 40 years in some cases, relevance.