In an attempt to help the taxi driver achieves his destination and reaches to the party, Tripe, a young well-known musician, who during the performance of his band in the stage, goes to bring that man, the thing that brings terrible for him.
If Through the Never's attempts at creating a story-and-performance hybrid are only partially successful...its concert footage remains its prime selling point and strength.
In the real world, concerts build to a climax, then return for two or three more; on the screen, alas, "Metallica: Through the Never" just kind of peters out.
Metallica, those thrash virtuosos of doom, get the grand 3-D opera they deserve: a godless-apocalypse-meets-Vegas spectacle, full of fireballs and electric chairs.
Metallica is as fierce and intense as ever, and the greatest hits set the band performs is a barrage of heavy riff-age that captures the band at its most vital.
If Through the Never was a straight ahead concert film it would be a masterpiece of heavy metal showmanship. Yet this is a two headed beast, with one side charging forward while the other is sitting lame in a state of morose confusion.
Even as someone who finds Metallica's music silly (ditto the movie's incoherent apocalyptic fantasy sequences), I was floored by much of the visual imagination.
