Kings Of Leon and rock's uneasy post-decadence period
For the next several weeks, film buffs are going to spend a lot of time arguing about whether The Artist is a great film or merely a tribute to great films. This debate hinges (at least a little bit) on how much credit The Artist deserves for reviving a moribund cinematic form and making it relevant for contemporary audiences. It’s a compelling idea—though I’m not interested in discussing it in the context of silent movies concocted by an evil partnership between the French and the Weinstein brothers. I’d rather talk about how it applies to a film with seemingly no current relevance at all—the recent documentary Talihina Sky: The Story Of Kings Of Leon—and the death (or at least hibernation) of “dark side of fame” mythology in rock music.
Like The Artist, not many people have seen Talihina Sky yet; unlike The Artist, it’s almost certainly going to stay that way for Talihina Sky. It played film festivals throughout 2011, starting with New York’s Tribeca Film Festival in April, before finally being released on DVD and Blu-ray in November. Talihina Sky follows the band of three brothers and one cousin from its humble beginnings in a Winter’s Bone-like community in Oklahoma to its current life as an arena-filling rock band that inspires tens of thousands of people to sing the words to “Sex On Fire” without laughing. The meager amount of attention that Talihina Sky received upon initial release mostly came in the wake of Kings Of Leon’s spectacular flameout this summer during its U.S. tour, which was abruptly canceled after frontman Caleb Followill appeared thoroughly, embarrassingly, and quotably drunk during a concert in Dallas.
Becoming a platinum-selling band with 2008’s Only By The Night, and then dipping a bit with 2010’s gold-certified Come Around Sundown, Kings Of Leon exited 2011 looking like a band on the verge of falling apart. Watching Talihina Sky is like rewinding the tape and trying to pinpoint exactly when the wheels started to come off.
I’m not sure if there’s a specific moment in the film that captures exactly what went wrong with Kings Of Leon. Here’s what Talihina Sky does have: Lots of scenes where bitchin’ guys in fabulous haircuts smoke weed on private jets. And a couple of scenes where Followill nurses a half-empty bottle of Jameson and muses about his family, religion, and how record-label guys picking out singles from an album is like watching a “smut film.” And one weird, (probably) unintentional callback to the Chris Holmes sequence in The Decline Of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years, where Followill jokes about shooting heroin to kill his pre-show boredom while his mother looks on backstage.
Just as The Artist attempts to revive the romance of 1920s Hollywood in these tougher, crueler times, Talihina Sky is its own kind of anachronism, offering an extended riff on rock movies that explore the dark, dank, and “real” underbelly of rock ’n’ roll success and celebrity. Similar to how Kings Of Leon’s music re-assembles the spare parts of the cool-guy rock bands of the ’70s and ’80s, Talihina Sky cleverly rips off classic-rock cinema, touching on the band members’ spiritual and political preoccupations (a la Rattle & Hum), their weariness of day-to-day tour monotony and the substance abuse it engenders (a la The Last Waltz), and how arguments over sonic minutia in the studio can point to deeper fissures (a la I Am Trying To Break Your Heart).