Film

20,000 Days on Earth

Name: 20,000 Days on Earth
Genre: Documentary, Drama, Music
Released: 2014
Cast: Nick Cave, Warren Ellis, Blixa Bargeld, Susie Bick, Arthur Cave

Not a music doc so much as a portrait of a man performing himself. Nick Cave narrates an invented 20,000th day, half-confessing to a therapist, half-driving ghosts of his past around in a car, stopping to record with Warren Ellis. It's moody, funny in a dry way, and more interested in how myths get built than in greatest hits.

TMDb rating

7.0

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