I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

"Hawkwind: The Solstice at Stonehenge 1984" is only a short documented glimpse into what was then a festival of standing and creditability amongst the New Age hippies of the nineteen-seventies and the nineteen-eighties. A Free Festival for those, not only New Age hippies too, most certainly on the fringes of English society in this, then, new Capitalist, consumerist, privatised brave-new-world of Right Wing Thatcherite control. One has to remember the times of 1980s Britain, as Margret Thatchers' Tory (Conservative) Government took hold and tightened its grip on the Unions, selling-off England's heritage, closing industries and giving mass unemployment to its youth, being young in early '80s Britain was not a happy time for Thatcher's children. To best punctuate these extremely bleak times Alan Bleasdale's 1982 television series "Boys from the Blackstuff" is worth the mention here. The 1984 festival had the likes of Roy Harper, Hawkwind, Here & Now and The Enid to keep the cosmic blues away in the escapism of the free festival spirit. Hawkwind were the band of the people, the underground antiheroes of conformity, mediocrity and blandness. Forming within the shadow of the first Glastonbury Festival, Hawkwind has had many, many, many line-up changes but remains ever the child of Dave Brock to wean and nurture in his own manner. A band that delivers a space rock, psychedelic rock, hard rock, protopunk style of music, perfect for the festival circuit and the obvious choice, once more, for the twelve solstice at Stonehenge, performing as the sun sank then rose above the Stones as 60,000 red-eyed revellers' transcended into the nights sky and morning mist. This wonderful and fantastic archive footage of Nik Turner, Dave Brock et al performing the now classic's "Uncle Sams On Mars", "Sonic Attack", "The Right Stuff", "Ghost Dance" etc is more than enough to highlight the importance of this band, its music and its relevance. With great riffs, bass lines, cosmic lyrics and surreal visuals form Nik Turner "Hawkwind: The Solstice at Stonehenge 1984" is a rare find with footage, too, of Nik Turner with this band that is nothing more than mesmerising, a strong flagship of an era of pure undiluted charismatic individuality. With summer night dancers' and fire breathers' to perpetuate the ambiance of tranquillity on stage mixed with high octane rock and excessive highs, this Pagan ritual space dance is a true must for those who care for freedoms and individuality. Seen in two parts, the bands first appearance being 10pm until midnight, they then reappeared to perform once more at 5am until 7am. With this "second act" we see the sun rise over the Stones and the, yet again, surreal character that is Nik Turner and the hypnotic saxophone improvisation that with the dance ritual, once more, succeeds in setting in stone Hawkwind's festival reputation as nothing more than momentous. Within the next year, the festival was no more, and 1985 saw State Police tactics blocking any vehicles into the area and in turn gave way to what was to be known as "The Battle of the Beanfield". An Olde English ancient charter, too, was snuffed out, as if there had been a free festival on the grounds during 1985 then there would have been a free festival on the grounds for eternity. While not a professionally shot film, it does give its best to portray these heady times and the bookends of shots of the festival goers and the ripples of tents, toilet queues to the burnt-out heroin dealer's car is all part-and-parcel of this sixty minute time capsule. "Hawkwind: The Solstice at Stonehenge 1984" is a visual document, the last of the days of independence and self-reliance, and the start of tipping the void into the mass media conformity into the late eighties and beyond but also of a past that was somehow more open and carefree.