My wife jokes that I’m preÂtenÂtious for my love of what she calls “tiny awards” on the covÂers of movies—little lauÂrel leaf-bound seals of freshÂness from the art film fesÂtiÂval cirÂcuit. It’s true, I nearÂly always bite when unknown films come to me preapÂproved. Were I to encounter the covÂer of the 2008 PatÂti Smith docÂuÂmenÂtary Dream of Life I should be forced to watch it even if were I totalÂly ignoÂrant of PatÂti Smith. It won sevÂerÂal tiny awards—including a SunÂdance Prize for best cinÂeÂmatogÂraÂphy, a well-deserved honÂor that shows direcÂtor Steven Sebring’s high regard for his subÂject. Any worthÂwhile film about Smith—singer, writer, poet, artist—must privÂiÂlege the visuÂal as well as the musiÂcal and litÂerÂary. Smith’s world has always been one of high conÂtrast and danÂgerÂous preÂscience, like the work of her childÂhood friend, phoÂtogÂraÂphÂer Robert MapÂplethorÂpe, with whom she moved to the Chelsea Hotel in 1969 and who took the iconÂic phoÂto on the covÂer of her first album, HorsÂes. Her and Mapplethorpe’s stoÂried partÂnerÂship helped both take New York City by storm. As a young Smith says above, “New York is the thing that seduced me; New York is the thing that formed me; New York is the thing that deformed me.”
Born in Chicago—“mainline of AmerÂiÂca” she calls it—Smith’s famÂiÂly moved across the MidÂwest to rurÂal New JerÂsey. Her work also bespeaks of an expeÂriÂence of EastÂern MigraÂtion, with nosÂtalÂgic traces of longÂing for open spaces. The film opens with a galÂlopÂing herd of horsÂes, nodÂding to Smith’s 1975 debut, a blast of punk poetÂry that still sounds menÂacÂing and raw. But the documentary’s title comes from a 1988 record that marked a sort of cesura for Smith, as one periÂod of her life endÂed and anothÂer waitÂed to begin. ProÂduced by her husÂband, Fred “SonÂic” Smith (forÂmerÂly of the MC5), whom she met in 1976, it’s an album of “polÂished love songs, lulÂlaÂbies, and politÂiÂcal stateÂments” and it’s a very grown-up record, the someÂtimes adult conÂtemÂpoÂrary sound saved from blandÂness by Smith’s comÂpelling lyriÂcism and beauÂtiÂful voice.
Fred “SonÂic” Smith fell ill not long after the album, and PatÂti retired, more or less, from music. She returned to perÂformÂing and recordÂing after her husband’s death in 1994, after the loss also of her brothÂer and MapÂplethorÂpe. Always an intenseÂly emoÂtionÂal writer and perÂformer, her latÂer periÂod is marked by memoÂriÂals and medÂiÂtaÂtions on loss—not unusuÂal for an oldÂer poet and longÂtime surÂvivor of rock and roll, as well as the litÂerÂary and art worlds. All of Smith’s many changes occur before us above as she rememÂbers and reflects in her poet’s voice over that SunÂdance-winÂning cinÂeÂmatogÂraÂphy. It’s hard to imagÂine anothÂer document—save her NationÂal Book Award-winÂning memÂoir Just Kids—doing more jusÂtice to Smith’s vision than Dream of Life.
This comes to us via BrainPicking’s Maria PopoÂva, who points us toward a cofÂfee-table book of phoÂtographs from the film. The selectÂed few she feaÂtures are stunÂning indeed.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
PatÂti Smith Reads Her Final Words to Her Dear Friend Robert MapÂplethorÂpe
1976 Film Blank GenÂerÂaÂtion DocÂuÂments CBGB Scene with PatÂti Smith, The Ramones, TalkÂing Heads, Blondie & More
Four Female Punk Bands That Changed Women’s Role in Rock
Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness