Freddy Camalier: Crafting An American Masterpiece
Although Paste’s roots are deepest in music, it’s actually rare that our favorite documentary of the year focuses on music. Even last year’s Academy Award winner Searching for Sugar Man, as much as we loved it, only placed third in our year-end list. Ondi Timoner’s seminal 2004 Dig! may have been the last music doc to top our charts.
But Muscle Shoals is the best documentary of the year. Not just the best music documentary, but the best documentary period. The fascinating story of the most important small town in rock ‘n’ roll history, and the accompanying soundtrack, would have been enough to justify the ticket price. But Muscle Shoals has so much more than that: expert testimony (from the likes of Bono, Keith Richards, Mick Jagger, Aretha Franklin, Wilson Pickett, Gregg Allman and many more, including “The Swampers,” the Muscle Shoals players, themselves), sociological commentary (two studios famous for their racial harmony in small-town Alabama in the ‘60s), and the Faulknerian life story of Rick Hall, the man behind the Muscle Shoals scene. As if that’s not enough, it’s one of the most beautifully shot documentaries we’ve seen in years, and Freddy Camalier has an impeccable ear for story.
All of which is even more amazing when you learn that this is Camalier’s first film.
“The story found us, really,” shrugs Camalier. “I was on a road trip with my childhood buddy. He was leaving his job on the East Coast and moving to New Mexico, and he needed help driving. We left Manhattan and decided we wanted to take the Southern route and take backroads. And I sort of begrudgingly went at the beginning. I went to the chiropractor twice that week to get ready for the trip. And one day into the trip, it was just epic. We felt what it felt like to be young again, and you could just tell that magic was brewing. We’d drive until we got tired and pull over at the first place to sleep, we had no GPS, just a road atlas.”
Like Robert Johnson so many years before him, it was a decision at a crossroads that
changed Camalier’s life forever. “We pulled over one night ,” he recalls, “and saw a sign that said Tupelo Mississippi was ahead of us, and Muscle Shoals was behind us. Would you rather have the birthplace of Elvis, or the Allman Brothers, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Clarence Carter and all those? So we turned around and drove 40 miles backwards and spent the night in Muscle Shoals. And pretty much instantly when we rolled into town, we felt the town’s presence. It impacted us immediately.”