For two hours you can almost believe rock and roll is the new rock and roll. Shine a Light, Martin Scorsese’s film of a 2006 Rolling Stones concert in New York City, is a giddy tribute to a band few people now living on planet earth pre-existed. Yet the Stones still sell out tours and help to sculpt our pop culture. Guitarist Keith Richards is the mangy brigand who inspired Johnny Depp’s pirate captain of the Caribbean. Mick Jagger, shaking his shoulder-length hair and other body components, puts the sex into sexagenarian. Ronnie Wood and Charlie Watts strum and bash, discreetly but starrily, in the middle distance.

It is a bit like a Frankenstein experiment. Smoke, fire and light are things we associate with monster-birthing labs as well as pop gigs. When Jagger returns after a mid-show lay-off (leaving Richards to do some sloshed-voice, sweetly cadenced balladeering), we wonder if he has been strapped to a backstage electricity source. He remains full-on for the rest of his numbers, skipping, running, gyrating, finger-jabbing. He is not afraid to seem as camp as a drag queen cutting up rough at a gay pride march. On other occasions his testosterone throbs deep enough to cue squeals from the audience’s ageing teenyboppers, which include Hillary Clinton and her mum (met in a pre-show prelude).