If I couldn't stand this man before seeing this film, this is the coup de grace to my revulsion of the "Miles Industry", and the man(this is a "man"?) it represents. Miles Davis was a good bebop trumpet player in the 50's, when he played with Charley Parker. Although he knew that technically he couldn't handle Parker's blistering tempi, and tried to quit the band, Parker spurred him on and Miles sounded beautiful, especially on "Bird Gets the Worm", which was based on "Lover Come Back To Me". Then, I guess Miles started reading the critics about his "genius", and creativity. What followed from the 70's on, was the "fusion", rock influenced, synthisized, no chords, modal mishmash that almost killed jazz. The chief cuplrits and abbetors were Keith Jarret, and Chick Corea. I'll say they were young, and maybe they were in awe of Miles, but those endless concerts of "noodling" around their instruments are there on record for you to make up you own mind. The film is very watchable because it puts many people we've read about for years to tell their own "Miles" stories. And the women!! THE POOR SUFFERING WOMEN!! I'm going to be a good boy and softly say, to conclude, this was not a nice man.
