The End Of The End is a film documenting the last ever -let's see- concert of the heavy metal band Black Sabbath that took place in their hometown Birmingham on February 4th 2017.
There is no Bill Ward here but we have Tony Iommi -remember: No Iommi, no Sabbath, this guy maintained the band alive at their worst moments in the 80s decade-, Geezer Butler and the ineffable Ozzy Osbourne, with their backs covered by Tommy Clufetos, a Ward impersonator that surely plays his ass off behind the drum kit.
At the first glance, this film seems to have all the right ingredients: an emotive and historic moment for the band, a band in good form, massive sound, good camera work, some hilarious Ozzy moments -the unplugged headphones made laugh so hard-, and the most important thing: a set list comprised of Sabbath classics such as Black Sabbath, Fairies Wear Boots, Into the Void, Snowblind, War Pigs, Behind the Wall of Sleep, N.I.B., Iron Man, Dirty Women, Children of the Grave and Paranoid, plus some studio live rehearsal tracks of infrequent songs like Wizard, Wicked World or Changes, recorded two days after the show.
What could go wrong with all these elements? Easy: The interview segments. At best tell anecdotes we all already know, or express the feelings of the band about their last concert or their relationship. I am not too sentimental, but I think some people can find some moments touching. But most of the times the interview segments are so obvious, when not plainly irrelevant, that they almost sound like a parody of rock star common places. But this is not the worst offense. To add insult to injury, that interview crap is over the songs, completely ruining some climatic moments. Come on guys!!! Shut up and let us listen the songs! You are not as eloquent as they are!! When you see that this happens in all the songs you just can not enjoy the next one because you are expecting what part they will this time. You can see the magical fingers of Iommi in action, but also too much audience overacting and pretending to sing -the crying hipster with the ridiculous mustache that appears at least four times was too much to handle for me.
The tragic thing is that after the credits you can listen to Behind The Wall Of Sleep and Dirty Women without interruptions and they are AWESOME. F***, all the concert could be that way if the only had cut all the interview crap.
Don't take me wrong, I am a Sabbath fan, but the final impression of this film is a two hours promo for the upcoming DVD.