Monterey Pop

Quite simply one of the best rock concert films ever (distilling the 1967 International Pop Festival at Monterey, California), thanks not only to some great performances (towards the end, with Joplin, Redding, Hendrix, things really start cooking), but also to the way it sums up the spirit of the times (the Summer of Love) while never sentimentalising. Hang on to the end, however, when a small Indian man appears nursing a sitar: Ravi Shankar's exhilarating twenty-minute finale is the best thing in the entire movie.