Martin Scorsese should make documentaries more often. Or just stop producing TV/movies and only make documentaries. Perhaps part of the fact that this nearly four hour documentary was so engaging was the subject. I mean, George Harrison lived. He obviously lived as part of one of the biggest rock groups the planet has ever seen, and then afterwards lived searching for something deeper than what the material world could provide him.
I thought I knew stuff about him before: he was spiritual, blah blah, and so on and so forth. But he was obviously more than that, as none of us (even us non-international pop stars) can be summarized into a single sentence.
What struck me most about George was how many people he seemed to influence positively. In an extreme example, Eric Clapton wrote “Layla” about George’s wife, and after George initially freaked out when his wife left him (can you blame her? that’s one helluva song), he and Clapton remained friends until he died. This man had an amazing capacity to nurture love and friendship.
There were so many funny anecdotes, so many great stories from people like Clapton and Tom Petty and Ringo and McCartney and George’s wife Olivia that made you feel like you knew the guy. And maybe you do. Maybe (hopefully!) there’s someone in your life that makes you feel the way George made the people around him feel.
