We find a music legend Patti Smith in a room filled with memories. She opens her life to us like one might open a book of poetry.
Over ten years of footage crammed into one hour and forty minutes of a delirious dream in which Patti sings, pledges anti-war, makes mistakes, strokes a cat, recites Rimbaud, slags off Bush, wears Prada, mops the floor, pees in a bottle in an aeroplane, cries over poetry of Allen Ginsberg, holds her father’s hand, holds her daughter’s hand, marvels at the beauty of life even after losing her loved ones, plays a trumpet on the beach, looks up at the sky and encourages us to speak up when faced with injustice.
‘We have the responsibility to use our voice’, Patti preaches, and we follow. ‘My mission is to communicate, to wake people up, to give them my energy and accept theirs.’