'Lost' footage of Aretha Franklin's famous concert is finally coming to the screen

More than four decades ago, soul icon Aretha Franklin recorded her third live album Amazing Grace. That LP won a Grammy and went double platinum, becoming not only the best selling live gospel album of all time, but also the biggest seller of Aretha's career.

Late filmmaker and producer Sydney Pollack captured the 1972 gig inside Los Angeles' New Temple Missionary Church, where the Memphis-born singer performed for a lively crowd that included Mick Jagger among the fans. Forty-three years after it was shot, the footage has finally been made into a documentary. There is no release date for the film yet, but according to the Los Angeles Times, it is set to be screened at next month's Toronto International Film Festival.

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