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"It’s probably impossible to make the perfect documentary about Leonard Cohen, a poet, songwriter and performer about whom most people — of a certain age and temperament, at least — have ardent feelings. There was a time when every worthy record collection (and I mean record collection) included a copy of Cohen’s 1967 debut, “Songs of Leonard Cohen,” whose cover featured a sepia portrait of the man himself: This somber visage — gazing straight into the camera, straight at us — might have come directly from the Old West, except most people in the Old West never looked this impeccably groomed and elegant. There has never been anything scruffy, literally or figuratively, about Cohen. The pinpoint-precise imagery of his poetry is part of what makes it so alive. And his voice has developed a glorious depth and texture over the years, like the patina on an antique watch chain. Yesterday and today, Leonard Cohen is the picture of class — but it’s class with feeling.Lian Lunson’s “Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man” is partly an interview documentary and partly a record of a Cohen tribute performance, organized by the ever-inventive producer Hal Willner, at the Sydney Opera House in 2005. The result is something of a jumble: The performers here include Nick Cave, Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker, and the silvery-voiced Antony, and although some of the performances are lovely (the Handsome Family and Linda Thompson’s somber and graceful version of “1000 Kisses Deep,” for example), the problem is that once Lunson starts talking to Cohen, we only want more of him — and we can’t get enough. We peer through the thicket of sequences in which the likes of Bono, Cave and Rufus Wainwright sing Cohen’s praises, but all we want is for Cohen to reemerge. We even suffer through a particularly painful butchering of “Hallelujah” — surely one of the most beautiful songs in the English language — at the hands of Rufus Wainwright (who does better with other material here) and two backup singers, Joan Wasser and Rufus’ sister, Martha Wainwright, whose phrasing is so incomprehensible that I sometimes wondered if she even knew what song she was singing.
Even so, there’s never any doubt that “I’m Your Man” has been made with love, and even when it’s not quite measuring up to your hopes, you feel warmed by its affection. Rufus Wainwright offers a particularly sweet account of meeting Cohen for the first time: Cohen was in his underwear, chewing up little bits of sausage and feeding them to an injured bird he’d rescued; then he went off to get dressed, reemerging in a perfectly tailored Armani suit. (Cohen’s father was an engineer who ended up in the clothing trade, which helps explain Cohen’s knack for sharp dressing.)
The performers interviewed here speak so glowingly of Cohen’s songs that they nearly trip themselves up: His work is so personal for each of them that articulating its significance is a struggle, and anyone who’s ever tried to sum up Cohen’s spectacular gifts can relate. Bono, in particular, is effusive to the point of parody. And yet by the time, at the end of the picture, he takes the stage with the rest of U2 to accompany Cohen on “Tower of Song” (in a cabaret performance filmed at the Slipper Room, in New York), even this most poised of rock stars can’t help betraying some boyish excitement. Even when you’re one of the biggest rock stars in the world, getting to sing with Leonard Cohen is a huge deal."

http://www.salon.com/ent/movies/revi...6/06/21/cohen/