The film starts with Sugar Man's background music, simple melody + great lyrics + quirky voice, just the kind of music I've always been fond of. Next, Rodriguez is placed behind a mysterious cloud. The story is relatively simple and there are not many characters, but the tension of suspense has been maintained and spread.
At first I thought he was the Morrison, Joplin type of the era. I can't help but wonder to myself, knowing something about the history of rock and roll in the 60s/70s, if he's one of those weirdos who burns himself to death on stage, why he's never seen anything about it. With a big turn in the plot, he began to feel more like a Rimbaud-like character, except that he was forced to terminate his music career due to being fired from the record company. Finally, watching him perform peacefully in Africa, walking calmly on the streets of a small town in Detroit, and staring at the window of the house where he lived for 40 years, I know that he is no one, he is him, Unique Rodriguez.
Those who linger on, are often embarrassed; those who burn brilliantly are always fascinated. In fact, no matter which choice it is, others have no right to blame. It's just the hustle and bustle of the world, complex and unpredictable, and this dichotomy is too simple and rude. There is another part of the world, some really wise men of life. They always adhere to their own principles, but they can ingeniously reach an equality agreement with the world, like a seesaw, which can be high, low, and balanced. Rodriguez is one such person. When he sings and records, he doesn't care what others say, he's relieved to know he's done his best. When he can't sing, it doesn't matter, just go back to the construction site and work. In an interview shot, a reporter asked him how he felt doing manual labor, and he replied with a smile that it was good for blood circulation and health (to the effect). Rather than thinking it's a humorous answer, I'm more inclined to believe it's his most sincere and unpretentious inner thoughts.
Tens of millions of people listened to his singing, but knew nothing about the singer; his singing affected the lives of millions of people, and even the course of world history, and he knew nothing about it. People made up his death form and shaped him into a legend, but he just came from reality, went to reality, and lived a simple, simple and humble life. It's that simple.
Ps: I have never liked to write comments, but this documentary gave me a feeling of being unhappy. To this end, I wanted to collect some information about Rodriguez before writing, but as shown in the film, even today, it is still very difficult. Fortunately, two albums have been found and can be listened to for a while.
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