Expectations were high among the fans that filed into Ogden Theatre on Tuesday night for Saint Motel’s “Motion Picture Show Tour.” If you know Saint Motel well or have been to one of their shows before, you would know that their visual identity is just as vibrant as their music and their shows are designed to be spectacular occasions from beginning to end. Without a doubt, the band delivered and then went beyond, taking us from the tallest mountain in the world to the outskirts of space during the journey of their set.
Throughout the opening set and the wait that followed, a pervasive feeling of impatience and barely-contained excitement emanated from the crowd. While Kolars provided a necessary outlet for the energy fans were feeling, with a band like Saint Motel, it’s difficult to be the band that precedes or follows their act.
The visual set-up of the stage was stunning and designed perfectly to immerse the audience in the show. The positioning of a multitude of screens on stage, in the shape of picture frames and the three-circle ”Motion Picture Show tour” logo, provided a depth to the stage that almost made the crowd feel as though we were inside a 3-D movie. During “For Elise,” the interactive feature of the screen positioned directly in front of Jackson’s keyboard provoked exclamations of delight from the crowd when he crouched behind it and the screen depicted him singing as if he were really there.
The Narrator made several more appearances throughout the night, signaling a shift in mood and the beginning of a new act of the show. Moving into the second part of the show, the Narrator described a battlefield scene, setting the tone for the anthemic “Dear Dictator” and “Destroyer.” After the band seemingly lost themselves in the rebellious music, Jackson addressed the Narrator, asking for help in getting back to the light mood that marked the beginning of the show before moving into a cover of Maxine Nightingales “Right Back Where We Started From.”
During the space-inspired act of the performance, Jackson, dressed in a white astronaut costume, pulled an audience member dressed as an alien on stage for a playful exchange. Asking the alien their name and where they were from, Jackson received an in-character response of unintelligible alien language noises. The band then moved into the slower and sweeter portion of the show with “Save Me” and “Old Soul” before performing their rendition of Sufjan Stevens’ “Chicago” to close out their pre-encore portion of the night.
Ending with the song that put Saint Motel on the map, “My Type,” Jackson made his way up the stairs and wandered among the crowd on the balcony, thanking audience members for coming to the show and giving out hugs all around. The band gave triumphant bows to the crowd, finishing out a show that was a feat of energy and creativity. The last voice we heard as we headed back out into the chilly January night was the Narrator’s, verbalizing our thoughts at the end of the show in a comedically melodramatic fashion, summing up Saint Motel’s intentions for the crowd in every performance they put on. “Tonight we were free, tonight we were beautiful, tonight will live forever.”
