It was a smart move on Scorsese's part to challenge Mick's original desire to focus on the huge concert taking place in Rio de Janeiro.  He convinced him to come off tour to play two concerts in the more intimate venue, the legendary and opulent Beacon in New York City. And intimate it is. Filming it for Imax (sit in the back row to get the whole picture) and using the talent of 19 camera people, many of them Oscar winners, the film breaks the wall between audience and performer, coming as close to holographic participation as it gets.  During tight shots of Mick we can not only count fillings but observe his sincere intent as he spins out lyrics we've heard a million times. Mick treats the songs with the respect those pieces of gold deserve without a hint of the boredom or weariness that James Brown exhibited in his elder days of performing. Watching Keith is like watching someone who has been crucified on the cross of excess countless times only to rise again and again on the purified air of his effortless talent.

Mick's made the clever decision to duet with some of the top talent from different musical genres. When Buddy Guy opens his mouth the sound deepens and elevates the energy to another stratosphere. Christina Aguilera with her sexy blonde rock n roll aggression is the perfect foil and Jack White from White Stripes matches Mick's confidence and easy skill.

I challenge the reviews that refer snidely to the 60 year old audience members and the aging of the band. Although it is weird to see the aging masks that Mick and Keith's face have become (especially when cut with footage from their youth),  the light shining from their hooded eyes, wailing out of Mick's mouth and flowing effortlessly from Keith's fingers, is the pure impeccable soul of rock n roll, something that clearly does not grow old.