Jonathan Demme’s 1984 film of Talking Heads in concert is devoid of the usual rockumentary bull—no “candid” backstage interviews with stammering musicians, no cutaways to blissed-out fans bouncing in the aisles. Instead, it’s 88 minutes of solid, inventive music, filmed in a straightforward manner that neither deifies the performers nor encourages an illusory intimacy, but presents the musicians simply as people doing their job and enjoying it. The enlightened humanism of the director of Melvin and Howard is evident in every frame.