I bring all this up because Gary Hustwit, the director of this documentary, has used the potential of generative art to give this movie a gimmick, which some might argue isn’t needed. This movie’s DCP contains software that changes the movie every time it’s screened. While what you’ll get when you see it will invariably be a little over 90 minutes of Eno explaining his self, life, and career (collaborators including David Byrne and U2 are seen in archival footage, although Laurie Anderson shows up in newly-shot material, except she’s playing a role rather than contributing personal insight), it won’t be in the same order, and little bits will drop out while others will be added.
It is an intriguing idea, on the one hand. For a critic, it’s a bit of a challenge on several fronts, including the one where you try to give a cogent summation of the scenes. As a viewer … I don’t know. I’m an Eno fan from way back when he was an androgynous noisemaker in the early ‘70s, and I’ve always been a little defensive about it; I remember being at a party with some kids a third my age who were discussing his earlier edgier work, and I just got my “you can’t tell me” back up. While still not quite a household name, except among crossword solvers, he’s a multi-platinum producer and such, and a guy always on a search; while he never uses the word workaholic, he allows that when he does stop working, he inevitably slumps into misery.
He’s now white-bearded and definitively bald, and he’s even got a little paunch. (In the Roxy days, he looked like a strong breeze would blow him away or that he’d collapse under the padded shoulders of one of his elaborate stage costumes.) Although he still very much retains the cerebral aura derided by petulant punk partisans Tony Parsons and Julie Burchill in their 1978 slam book The Boy Looked at Johnny, he’s incredibly amiable, good-humored, and loose here, particularly when he calls up Little Richard and the doo-wop group the Silhouettes and sings along with them. He can be disarmingly frank; he admits that he made his 1975 masterpiece Another Green World in tears the whole time, completely unsure of what he should be doing. He also speaks of being hurt by the dismissive critical reaction — he uses the phrase “old rope” as a typical characterization — to some of his ambient work.