Stop Making Sense

Mesmerizing. Beautiful. Awe-inspiring. Impossibly moving. The best dang concert movie of all time. We could fill an encyclopedia with the things that make this classic from the Talking Heads the collective favorite movie of TCFF staff, but when it comes down to it, it’s as simple as this: Stop Making Sense is joy incarnate—pure exhilaration in cinematic form. It’s a film so good that even if you're not familiar with the band or the music being played, you’ll still be compelled to dance and marvel at a man (the brilliant David Byrne) who seems to have been transported to a state of bliss. So that’s why This Must (Always) Be the Movie for our special Monday night public test screening (no concessions, no frills) as we don our big suits and Burn Down the House for the ultimate dance party in Open Space. Does anybody have any questions?