I expected a lot more from the movie “Taking Woodstock.” I actually have talked to people who were at the original Woodstock in 1969 and I’ve heard all the mud stories, the hippie/love/flowers stories, the ambulance stories, the rain stories. Somehow, the real essence of Woodstock did not come to life for me in this movie. I know, perhaps I expected too much. But, for one, it is directed by Ang Lee, who is known for his brilliant direction in the movies, “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,” and “Brokeback Mountain.” (So, naturally, I expected a lot!)
Lee falls flat with his work in this movie. He tells the story of Elliot Teichberg. Based on a memoir by writer Elliot Tiber (whose name was Teichberg when the events in the film occurred), the film celebrates one lone little man who helped make Woodstock happen. Without Teichberg, there might not have been a Woodstock — as simple as that.
In the movie, Lee focuses on the townsfolk and organizers who try to get rich from this music festival, billed as “An Aquarian Exposition: 3 Days of Peace & Music,” which was held at Max Yasgur’s (played effectively by Eugene Levy) 600-acre dairy farm near the hamlet of White Lake in the town of Bethel, New York, from August 15 to August 18, 1969. Bethel, in Sullivan County, is 43 miles (69 km) southwest of the town of Woodstock, New York, in adjoining Ulster County. Tiber’s family’s property is adjacent to Yasgur’s property and they set up accommodations for many of the festival goers in their dilapidated El Monaco Motel in White Lake, which becomes a hub of the craziness.
During the real Woodstock, during the sometimes rainy weekend, thirty-two acts performed outdoors in front of 500,000 concert-goers, awash in weed and acid. It is widely regarded as one of the greatest and most pivotal moments in popular music history and was listed on Rolling Stone’s 50 Moments That Changed the History of Rock and Roll.
The event was captured in the successful 1970 documentary movie Woodstock, an accompanying soundtrack album, and Joni Mitchell’s song, “Woodstock” which commemorated the event and became a major hit for Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.
Lee would have made a much more interesting film if he had interspersed these kinds of stories about the musicians and the festival, as well as the concertgoers who trekked to rural New York in August 1969. Instead, Lee tried to tell Elliot Tiber’s story and meandered down a zig-zag plot of “going nowhere.” I was very bored about mid-way and almost walked out. Lee is known for creating and exploring rich, multilayered characters in his movies. In this movie, however, Tiber’s character is only mildly interesting. Not enough is revealed to really care about him.
As for the groovy tunes, we never glimpse Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin or The Who, or actors playing them. The actual stage remains a distant dot of muffled guitars, and there are only a few Woodstock songs on the soundtrack.
Lee assembled a terrific cast, including Emile Hirsch, Liev Schreiber, Imelda Staunton, Eugene Levy and Paul Dano. But the script doesn’t give them much to work with. Liev Schreiber gives one of the best performances as Vilma, a cross-dressing, former Marine turned security guerilla soldier. He is priceless. Hirsch is stuck in the exceedingly underwritten, cliche role of a frazzled Vietnam vet and got on my nerves; I saw nothing of value in this character or in Hirsch’s performance. Imelda Staunton plays a hard-edged Russian immigrant, who is severe and unlovable. Even when she gets stoned on brownies, she isn’t much more likable. Another favorite of mine was Jonathan Groff who portrayed Michael Lang, one of the festival organizers; he reminded me a curly haired young Jim Morrison. Henry Goodman plays Elliot’s father, Jake, and he was wonderful in his role. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, another one of my favorite actors, plays Dan, a townsperson. He had so few lines in the movie, I wondered why he even bothered with it. Richard Thomas (John Boy from The Waltons TV show) played Reverend Dan and had a very small role also.
Our hero is Elliot, played nicely by the likable stand-up comedian Demetri Martin. Elliot is an artist of sorts who is struggling with being openly gay (although this fact takes a long time to unwind in the movie) and feels compelled to help his parents save the El Monaco from foreclosure. Although he tries to stay focused on the exploding tourism, Elliot can’t help being drawn into the intoxicating vibe of drugs and sex of the weekend.
There were funny moments in “Taking Woodstock” and it had a lot of potential. It just didn’t have enough of those layers and emotions to engage the viewer in a full experience of the ‘60s. The screenplay was written by James Schamus, and maybe this is part of the fault. Lee didn’t have a lot to work with regarding the script. However, Lee and his crew deserve high praise for achievement in production design and costumes. Lee does capture the fractious, joyful, monstrously evolving mass of the festival. But, that’s about all. Lee could have used the 60’s music to move this movie forward, but he didn’t, which is a real shame. It could have rocked!
The film is scored by Danny Elfman, and there are tracks from 60’s heavyweights The Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, The Doors, Crosby, Stills & Nash, folk legend Arlo Guthrie, The Band, and Steve Winwood. There are also some choice cuts from Joan Baez, The Paul Butterfield Blues Band, Tim Hardin, Country Joe and the Fish, Sweetwater Group, Canned Heat, Ultimate Spinach, and Fraternity of Men whose song “Don’t Bogart Me” is featured in a classic scene from “Easy Rider.” However, you don’t hear these songs in the movie, which would have made the movie much more interesting.
I think Ang Lee should stick to directing his passionate dramas (remember “Lust, Caution?”) and leave the comedies for other directors. His attempt to tell a story about the 1969 Woodstock just didn’t do the festival justice.




















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