2-part docuseries airs Aug. 20 and 27 at 9 p.m. CST on MGM+

By Robert Hunt
It was in 1966 that word started to spread of a “San Francisco Sound,” a new kind of music that had popped up in the Bay area and created new ways of playing and experiencing music. But this was more than just a musical trend or a record label’s marketing ploy.

Sure, a few new bands were starting to attract attention – Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Moby Grape among them – but the music was just one part of a confluence of social movements and utopian ideas that came together in the Bay area. San Francisco in 1966 and the myth of Haight Ashbury were just a day-glo variant of the American Dream, and the “San Francisco Sound” – a mélange of rock, folk, blues, bluegrass, psychedelia and anything else you wanted to slip in the punchbowl – provided the soundtrack.

That’s the lesson stressed by many of the participants in “San Francisco Sounds: A Place in Time,” a lively two-part exploration of the social phenomenon that evolved in the mid-60s, told mostly through the musicians who spread its message.  Directors Alison Ellwood and Anoosh Tertzakian have compiled a dizzying assortment of talking-head interviews, archive material, concert footage and inobtrusive recreations (including an inventive animated scene simulating the effects of a hallucinogen), deftly packing the sights and sounds of a mind-expanding era into an efficient 150-minute package. (Ellwood knows her way around both the music and the cultural context, having previously delivered the 2020 “Laurel Canyon” and co-directed “Magic Trip”). 

Grace Slick and Marty Balin of Jefferson Airplane

In Part One, we see the San Francisco scene develop in an air of almost magical innocence. Strangers wander into each other, drawn by the sound of music playing, and end up forming a band. New styles of art, advertising, and theatrical display (light shows and Be-Ins!) are developed, more from a love of experimentation than for their commercial potential.

The sounds began to spread around the country (Jefferson Airplane hit the Top Ten in early 1967 with “Somebody to Love”), but most of the bands were simply content to keep playing locally. Part One ends with an extended look at the event that gave a national spotlight for many of the Bay area bands and even changed a few skeptical L.A.-based minds, the Monterey Pop Festival in June 1967.

Although most known for Jimi Hendrix’s fiery performance and D. A. Pennebaker’s invaluable 1968 film, Monterey was a showcase for San Francisco acts, who made up nearly a quarter of the performers (Big Brother, the Dead, the Airplane, Steve Miller, Moby Grape and Quicksilver Messenger Service all performed) and left no doubt that Janis Joplin was only about a millimeter away from stardom. They came, they played, they conquered.

Sadly (spoiler alert!), it didn’t last. Part Two begins with the much-heralded “Summer of Love,” when the siren calls of Free Love, mind-altering chemicals and rock and roll brought thousands of young people (some reports claim 100,000) to the Bay area, most of them without the benefits of money, resources or much of a plan.

Dusty Street, the first female DJ on the west coast and one of the interviewees who provide observations on the past events, calls it “the Summer of the Death of an Idea.” The scene couldn’t last, but the musicians persisted.

Janis Joplin and Big Brother and the Holding Company

The wide-ranging second installment follows the paths of the bands from Part One while also chronicling the new acts that continued to emerge: Sly and the Family Stone, Creedance Clearwater Revival, Santana, Tower of Power, Journey, and the Doobie Brothers. The 1969 Woodstock festival (and the enormously popular 1970 film) solidified Sly’s success and made a star of Carlos Santana- whose first album hadn’t even been released at the time. (Janis Joplin and the Dead also performed but declined to be in the film). 

Unfortunately, the euphoria of Woodstock was quickly overshadowed by the despair of Altamont, the hellish December 1969 event (held 2000 miles away from San Francisco), where Airplane vocalist Marty Balin was beaten by Hell’s Angels and the Grateful Dead (who were instrumental in organizing the event – and according to some reports were responsible for hiring the Angels as security) flew away without performing.

“San Francisco Sounds” covers an enormous range of personalities and events, but they’re illuminated by new commentary from dozens of the musicians whose stories are included, as well as other veterans of the scene, like actor Peter Coyote, “Rolling Stone” journalist Ben Fong-Torres, artist Victor Moscoso and the aforementioned Dusty Street.

Curiously, in a directorial decision that ultimately makes emotional sense, we see only the last three on screen;  We hear the voices – some slightly less steady today – of Steve Miller, most of the Airplane, Country Joe McDonald, and many others, but we see them only as they appeared 55 years ago: naïve, energetic and forever young.

Note: this review was written during the 2023 WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes. Without the labor of the writers and actors currently on strike, the docuseries being covered here wouldn’t exist.

Tower of Power

By Lynn Venhaus
The pleasure of seeing actresses have a blast going gangster is one of the joys of the interestingly titled “Gunpowder Milkshake.”

However, that big plus can’t overcome the minuses. With a graphic novel-comic book-video game feel, the look is cool — but the characters are as thin as the by-the-numbers story.

As a professional assassin, Scarlet (Lena Headey), was forced to abandon her daughter Sam and go on the run. Cut to years later, and a grown-up Sam (Karen Gillan) is a cold-blooded hitwoman. Like mother, like daughter.

After a high-stake mission gone-wrong has unleashed a gang war, Sam has gone rogue, with an innocent 8-year-old Emily (Chloe Coleman) in tow. Sam reconnects with her mother and her former sidekicks, also lethal hitwomen with specific skill sets. An avenging war ensues.

This over-the-top action movie is heavy on fantasy. Seriously, how many females, dealing with numerous infirmities and adversity, can be relentless one-woman wrecking crews, even if they are professional assassins?

There is an excessive body count, featuring a plethora of bad guys’ heads rolling, squished, shot, stabbed and maimed in multiple bloodbaths. Some are in slow-motion, other fights are martial arts focused, and editor Nicolas De Toth makes sure blood spurts often.

Israeli director Navot Papushado, who also co-wrote the script with Ehud Lavski, must idolize kitschy maestro Quentin Tarantino, for he tries to emulate his blood-drenched films, in particular “Kill Bill, Vol. 1 and 2,” through a stylized – and farcical – approach.

Cinematographer Michael Seresin alternates between grit and an unreal quality to film the scenes, and David Scheunemann, the production designer, follows suit. The color palette is striking, using neon colors and artificial set pieces that resemble music videos, such as a diner, bowling alley, abandoned mall and an old-school library/museum.

But those diner milkshakes look fake, which is annoying.

Music is an incessant component in the movie, with Janis Joplin’s “Piece of My Heart” effective to punctuate a brutal shoot-out. Composer Haim Frank Ilfman has propulsive music to escalate the combat and a keen ear for a hipster soundtrack.    

Lithe Karen Gillan, who made a name for herself as Amy Pond in “Doctor Who” and broke through as Nebula in “The Guardian of the Galaxy” films, demonstrates spunk and agility as she mows down the male goons.

An 8-year-old girl, who becomes Sam’s “apprentice,” is played with savvy and poise by veteran child actress Chloe Coleman, who was in last year’s “My Spy” and the HBO mini-series “Big Little Lies.”

The angle here is that three generations of women are empowered to fight for survival in this escalating gang war. But it is uneven in attention.

For instance, Sam’s mother, Scarlet, is played by “Game of Thrones” Lena Headey, but she is only seen in the beginning and then re-appears before two climactic showdowns. Yes, not one, but two.

Mom’s fierce sisterhood of Carla Gugino as Madeleine, Michelle Yeoh as Florence and Angela Bassett as Anna May are not used nearly enough, which is a shame, because they mow down guys with inventive implements of destruction once their ‘house’ is breached.

It is a lot, and wait, there’s more. Don’t try to make sense of it all because it is not going to add up.

The generic, formulaic script doesn’t help itself with the antagonists having such a bland name as The Firm ( the shady suits who direct the mayhem). Usually reliable Paul Giamatti, as their facilitator, doesn’t fare much better.

The director displays some panache, so it’s not all misguided. It needed a better, more substantive script to connect with the stylish format.

Nevertheless, fans of such genre films may not mind the lack of originality. At first glance, the film seemed to have potential as a female-heavy “Baby Driver,” but wound up a very lukewarm “John Wick” wannabe, a disappointment.

“Gunpowder Milkshake” is a 2021 action-thriller directed by Navot Papushado and stars Karen Gillan, Lena Headey, Carla Gugino, Paul Giamatti, Angela Bassett, Michelle Yeoh and Chloe Coleman. Rated R for strong bloody violence throughout and language, the runtime is 1 hour, 55 minutes. The film began streaming on Netflix July 14. Lynn’s Grade: C-.