There’s an old story (probably embellished, possibly apocryphal) from Blackboard Jungle’s opening weekend. Not many people remember that 1955 teen drama starring Sidney Poitier and Glenn Ford, but everyone knows the song that made it famous: Bill Hayley & His Comets’ “Rock Around the Clock.” A watershed moment in pop music, if ever there was one, and it motivated a generation to dance. But movie theaters have little space to boogie, so the audience—composed primarily of teenagers—ripped the chairs out of the floor and commenced to jigglin’. No wonder adults were terrified of rock ’n’ roll; it made teens destroy all the furniture.

Ron Mael wasn’t yet 10 when he saw Blackboard Jungle and probably couldn’t have tossed his seat aside if he tried, but Hayley’s raucous number did have a lasting effect: “Hearing the title music changed my whole DNA.”

Ron Mael is the older brother of Russell, the music duo known to the world as Sparks. If those names don’t ring a bell, don’t worry. As the new documentary The Sparks Brothers explains, Sparks might be the most influential band you’ve never heard of.

Part of that is by design. Ron, who writes the songs, and Russell, who sings them, refuse to chase trends. Sometimes the fad du jour intersects with what the Mael brothers are doing, and success follows. Then the industry shifts and Sparks fall out of the limelight, only to come around again.

What kind of music do Sparks produce? Art pop, more or less. Most of their songs are intelligent and humorous, which is one reason Sparks was dismissed while other more jejune bands climbed the charts on the Mael brothers’ backs. Acts like Kraftwerk, Duran Duran, Pet Shop Boys, Gary Numan, Visage, and on, owe one hell of a debt to the Maels. Many of them pay tribute here. If they had done so a few decades earlier, it might have lined the Sparks’ coffers more, but you take what you can get.

Not that it seems to bother the Maels much: Their satisfaction comes more from the work than the reception. That leaves the cheerleading up to director Edgar Wright, whose enthusiasm is so infectious, so pure, you can’t help but walk away a Sparks fan.

The Sparks Brothers is Wright’s first crack at documentary, and he brings the breakneck pace of his narratives to the proceedings. It works wonders for a movie that runs 140 minutes and never drags, repeats, or stops to explain the obvious. It helps that Wright brings in a bevy of visual textures: Archival footage, still photography, talking heads interviews (visually reminiscent of George Hurrell portraits), computer animation, Claymation, visual puns, even word definitions on screen. Wright tears through it all like a famished child wolfing down a bowl of sugary cereal. 

The only knock against the doc comes in the final 10 minutes, where Wright refuses to let go. He’s content to talk to these guys, and about these guys, long after the goodbyes. 

Who can blame him? It’s been said that a filmmaker is just a failed rock and roller. It’s also been said that a critic is just a failed filmmaker. But that’s a story for another time. 

Rating: 4 out of 5.

The Sparks Brothers (2021)
Directed by Edgar Wright
Produced by George Hencken, Nira Park, Laura Richardson
Starring: Ron Mael, Russel Mael
Focus Features, Rated R, Running time 140 minutes, Opened June 18, 2021.

The above review first appeared in the pages of Boulder Weekly Vol. 28, No. 44, “La dolce vita.”