This essay is about Edgar Wright’s documentary of the band Sparks. This essay is not about the band Sparks, also known as Ron and Russell Mael, and their brilliant, weird, constantly evolving music. If you set out to watch the film, you likely already knew of Sparks, were already a fan of one or several of their albums, or you saw the trailer knowing nothing of Sparks, and were pulled in by the barrage of talking heads telling you that Sparks is the coolest underground club you have yet to be invited to. Or perhaps you saw a trailer for the film Annette, a forthcoming rock opera film and recent Cannes Film Festival darling written by Sparks and starring Adam Driver and Marion Cotillard. Regardless, by the time you begin The Sparks Brothers, you already know that Sparks is great and that a lot of people already knew that.
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