Or mutter and harrumph. The messianic Irish rock band on tour in the U.S., pretentiously photographed in styles favored on MTV (grainy black-and-white, backlit silhouettes, etc.). So much here seems so common -- the baying-at-the-moon vocals, the telegraph-key guitar rhythms, the tossed mop of hair, the bare shoulders, the torn blue jeans. But of course everything is relative, even in rock-and-roll, and we feel a little guiltier sniffing or snickering at U2 than at, say, Billy Idol or George Michael. And it is perhaps some small tribute to their music, in contrast to that of untold others, that we can bear to stick around even to sniff. Directed by Phil Joanou. (1988) — Duncan Shepherd
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