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...Mick Jagger is back after a long absence from the film world. The man who remains at the very heart of rock legend has never become any more than a trivial celluloid figure, shooting with increasing rapidity toward the margins and fringes of the film universe's great trash heap. The pile is already overflowing. Masterpieces featuring Richard Pryor and Gene Wilder (together) lie there and fester. And they're joined by the works of Christopher Reeve, Sophia Copola, whoever played Enzo the Baker (favorite line: "Hello, I'm Enzo the Baker, don't you remember me?), Mark Hamill...
...band as well as its original unifying force, but he was done in: by drugs; by intramural rivalry; by his own musical eccentricity, a sense of rhythm-and-blues purity that kept him from going easily along with the kind of flat-out, bleacher-battering rock that bandmates Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were starting to write...
Jones, try as he might, couldn't write a tune. So he was cut out of the publishing revenues and the limelight. Jagger and Richards were too formidable for the slight, blond, increasingly tuned-out guitarist. Jones lost his grip on the group, and on his own life, and he died on the bottom of the swimming pool at his English estate, a property once owned by A.A. Milne, an author who believed in happier endings...
...this is a matter of record -- indeed, of rock mythology -- and needs some freshening up for contemporary consumption. A.E. Hotchner, whose previous forays into biography have included volumes about Ernest Hemingway, Doris Day and Sophia Loren, is clearly no rock fan. He dismisses Jagger as "a ruler with no queen, no jester, no kingdom, just an egocentric bitch king with a neon scepter sitting on a hollow throne." But Hotchner does display a certain amount of commercial calculation, no doubt having sized up the sales receipts of rock butcher Albert Goldman's biographies of Elvis and John Lennon...
...trying to sell a judge that one. Even if the research were more solid, Hotchner thinks so little of the Stones and manifests such indifference to rock that his book creates an atmosphere that would put anyone, not just a fan, on the defensive. Hotchner quotes at length from Jagger and Richards, but they did not cooperate with Blown Away, and their dialogues have been culled from a variety of sources. That kind of cut-and- paste job makes for a shaky brief, and a contemptible book...