Thirty-five years after Lou Reed’s album Berlin flopped, the erstwhile Velvet Undergrounder resurrected the failed rock opera as a stage show. Julian Schnabel filmed a performance for posterity, but the downtown provocateur-turned-Oscar nominee put conspicuously little effort into the undertaking. In contrast to, say, Shine a Light’s big-screen verve, Berlin is YouTube-ready: visually banal, spiritlessly assembled. Its camera movements feel arbitrary, which suggests a reproachable lack of pre-production (or stoned camera operators). As Reed & Co. run through the song cycle, Schnabel projects footage, shot by his daughter Lola, over the stage; starring Diving Bell’s Emmanuelle Seigner, it looks like a Cars music video (minus the neon) made at art school (Lola’s a junior at Cooper Union). Reed, who can barely speak-sing in pitch, wastes Sharon Jones and Antony as back-up singers; the band is tight, though, and the musicians seem to be having a great time. Unfortunately, it isn’t infectious.