One of the greatest movies of its kind. Live performances from the third and last of the festivals held on the island off England's south coast. Like similar movies, it shows the ruckus that happened there: gate crashing fans, the greed of some of the acts, and the financial ruin of the unprepared promoters. A strange Manson- like figure interrupts Joni Mitchell, and in a scene so ludicrous it's hysterical, an Abbie Hoffman ripoff shouts that the festival is a " psychedelic concentration camp" through a megaphone. The musical performances vary a lot, but this lineup was one of the greatest and most eclectic festival lineups of all time: The Who, The Doors, Chicago, Family, ELP, Sly & The Family Stone, Free, Procol Harum,Mitchell, Spirit, Miles Davis, Jimi Hendrix, Jethro Tull, Joan Baez, Leonard Cohen, Kris Kristofferson,Richie Havens, Donovan, and The Moody Blues, among many others, all appeared. Not all of these acts appear in the film. The Who, probably the greatest LIVE act in rock at the time, do tremendous versions of " Heaven and Hell" and " Young Man Blues." The Doors are pretty good on a version of " When the Music's Over," and Miles Davis does a superb rendition of " Call It Anything." Hendrix is mediocre, and sadly, it was his last major performance, though not his last show. Although ELP is a band that has often been derided since this era, there's no question that they get enormous applause from the crowd for " Pictures at an Exhibition." Jethro Tull were a very exciting live act in those days and the version of " My Sunday Feeling" from their debut album is solid. Family's excellent song " Good News Bad News" is played during scenes of out of control crowds, though unfortunately, they don't show them playing- they were a superb live act. Chicago's manager is filmed saying that the band will not play without money upfront, and while Free's " All Right Now," to me, is one of those great but overplayed tunes, they put on a tremendous rendition of it, though it's clear that Paul Kossoff, their guitarist is stoned out of his mind: he died about 6 years later as a result of his drug problems. What's particularly important about this film is that there are no really bad or embarassing performances, though Kris Kristofferson leaves the stage in disgust after a poor reception. Rambling in a good way, this film is a brilliant document of the era when egos got out of control, fans began to act any way they wanted to, and superb music was made. Highly recommended.