Is the cause of Wings something that really needs to be … evangelized? Apparently so. When “Man on the Run,” a documentary about Paul McCartney’s 1970s Wings period, had its world premiere at the Telluride Film Festival over the weekend, you could hear patrons talking about what a revelation it was that he generated so much good music in the wake of the Beatles’ breakup, as if he hadn’t remained one of the biggest artists in the world throughout the subsequent decade. So maybe there’s some desire for further vindication that has driven McCartney to write a book about those years (coming out in the fall) as well as executive produce this Morgan Neville-directed doc (hitting select theaters and then Prime Video next year).
Maybe everyone who sold McCartney’s post-Beatles period short previously has their reasons for putting blinders on, even in the face of that inescapable a juggernaut. “I was a John guy,” said one enthusiastic, 70-plus festivalgoer, as if that were a completely reasonable explanation for a 50-year immunity to the charms of “Jet” and “Let Me Roll It.” Or perhaps it just takes the creep of old age to agree with the wisdom of the sages, that it isn’t silly … love isn’t silly … love isn’t silly at all.
“Man on the Run” is a heck of a lot of fun to watch, if you aren’t still so married to your worn copy of “Plastic Ono Band” that you can’t acknowledge the obvious: If there had been no 1960s (imagine no Beatles, it’s easy if you try), McCartney would still have to be acknowledged as on
