My mama always told me that it’s either the Beatles or the Rolling Stones.

The Fab Four was a quartet of clean-cut British boys that were truly experimenting with the pop genre. The Stones represented something different- pure sexual energy and raw rock and roll. When the Beatles were vying to hold a girl’s hand, Mick Jagger was complaining about a lack of “Satisfaction.”

The geriatric rockers are back (and hey, they never really left) with Martin Scorcese directing the high definition venture, a feature film concert that lasts a whopping 2 hours and 2 minutes.

Where most groups fall off the sheet music as aging happens, the Stones have managed to keep on keepin’ on.

To not confuse you, this is not a documentary on the Stones. Scorcese already did that for Bob Dylan with the impeccably directed ‘No Direction Home.’ This particular film is a 2006 concert filmed at the Beacon theatre in New York.

The concert is shot to show at IMAX theatres. 17 cameras are capturing every angle, every deep crease in Keith Richards face, every gyration Jagger makes.

The performances themselves are incredibly visually stimulating. This is true art, perfectionism at its best.

A truly good filmmaker captures moments like these and presents them so the audience feeds off the energy. That’s what Scorcese is doing right.

At one point in the film, I glanced around the audience and saw several viewers bobbing their heads and singing along, to a movie.

Scorcese is tricking us. And I’m not complaining. We feel like we’re there – like Jagger, Richards, Ronnie Wood and Charlie Watts are 20 feet away from our faces.

The concert is cut up with clips of interviews the boys did from the 1960s and on. Scorcese ties it all together. These short clips were the most enjoyable part of the film. In fact, I might have wanted to see more of them.

The concert features cameos from some impressive additions.

Jack White performs with Jagger and manages to prove that he is, indeed, sans talent. And covered in too much pressed powder that doesn’t quite match his skin tone.

Christina Aguilera shows up and knocks out the audience with her rendition of “Live With Me.” Aguilera never fails to amaze me with that set of pipes. Her voice is iconic and spell binding. She screeches and makes it pretty and puts Jagger’s vocals to shame.

The piece de resistance is Buddy Guy’s supporting vocals and guitar to a cover of “Champagne and Reefer,” a track Muddy Waters made a classic.

My only objection, the film may have run a little longer than I would have preferred. These living legends put on a stellar show, but less is definitely more in this case and my attention waned towards the end of the second hour.

Briana Monasky can be reached at [email protected]