The Ballad of Wallis Island, opening at The Triplex this week, brings a melancholy twist to the subgenre by introducing us to the fictional McGwyer and Mortimer after they’ve already broken up. Invited to a remote island by an eccentric billionaire superfan hoping to reunite the duo for a private concert, the movie crafts a dry, funny look at the artist-audience relationship by posing all the usual questions about the cost of making art, plus one more: What, if anything, do musicians owe the people who love them?
When we find joy in someone else’s art, it’s easy to forget the human behind it. We want more — more songs, more shows, more access — but we rarely stop to think about what it takes to give it. Band movies remind us that this kind of music is a limited resource. It’s a mix of joy, heartbreak, ego, and time that takes a toll on its creators. Most of all, they remind us that if someone’s music becomes the soundtrack to our life, we need to remember they have one of their own.