LET'S GET LOST

By DAVID WILDMAN

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Bruce Weber's haunting documentary about jazz legend Chet Baker debuted at The Brattle in 1989, was applauded by critics all over and then disappeared from sight. This re-release marks the first time the film has been screened anywhere in the last 10 years, and it's an outstanding, unforgettable piece of work. Baker was a James Dean-looking bad-boy type whose soft gooey center came pouring out every time he opened his mouth. He had one of the most distinctive singing voices in jazz or pop—a fragile, airy tone and sensitive turn of phrase that sounded very much like his trumpet playing.

Baker, who started out playing with barry sax legend Jerry Mulligan, had a natural gift, and we learn through interviews with musician friends how the guy never practiced at all, just picked up his horn and started blowing. We also learn from his family, ex-wives and girlfriends what a total bastard he was. Scenes from early films and TV appearances contrast with recording sessions Baker did in the 80s, not long before he died, where it's shocking to see the same pure voice coming out of a face destroyed by the ravages of time and drugs.

OPENS | 1.25.08 AT THE BRATTLE THEATER