A small row of lights shine as Richard Marx walks on the stage of the deserted venue. He sits on the piano bench and begins to play.

In black-and-white, an arena advertises his Repeat Offender tour. Hand on the top of his head, he stares out the window of the bus. Through the windows, fans knock and show off their t-shirts. Fans raise their arms as he performs. In a phone booth, he makes a call.

The plane touches down in another country. He talks at a press conference. Reporters wait to talk to him. In the hotel room, he lies down, listening to music, the television still on in the background.

During soundcheck, he meets with his band members. After the encore, he pumps his fist in the air, thanking the audience. Before a show, he does an interview with a reporter. Stockholm, Sweden. The Eiffel Tower. He has visited every country within a series of months. He signs autographs and stares out the window of the bus.

In the venue, he finishes playing the song.

Rating: 4/5

Richard Marx wants to go home. He misses his wife and family. Over the course of the tour, his niece had a baby and his grandfather celebrated his 100th birthday. While they were understanding he couldn’t be there, it’s memories he won’t have. He won’t be in the photos or experience holding his newborn niece. They won’t happen again.

During breaks, he calls his wife from the phone booth. However, he often gets the answering machine or has a quick conversation with her, catching her while she’s asleep or trying to get the kids to school.

Over the tour, he received a cursory view of the world. He saw landmarks through windows and signs. Press conferences and interviews cut his time short. Once arriving in the city, his manager would go over his schedule. He would usually get an hour or two break, if most. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough time to wander and explore. He would only go as far as the next block to grab something to eat.

He sings by himself in the venue, remembering why he wanted to be a musician. For three minutes, he can unravel and cry without his manager worrying about the show. Only three more shows to go. Three more cities and he will be home. It will be the longest three days of his life.

Director: Jim Yukich Year: 1989



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