![]() Mötley Crüe as they appear in the film (l-r, Booth, Webber, Rheon, Baker/Kelly) Well, now here we are in 2019, four years after the band stopped playing live and nearly 12 years after my one chance to see them live (at the Hammersmith Odeon), and thanks to Netflix seeming not to give a monkey’s about what ‘good taste’ suggests is fine to put in a film, The Dirt has landed in glorious HD technicolor. was being bad – which, sadly, is what The Dirt the movie is in all the wrong ways.Mötley Crüe might hold the dubious title of being the most ludicrous band to come out of the already ludicrous scene that was sunset strip glam metal in the 1980s – a part of this, I’m pretty sure, is down to the fact that they are by far and away the most wide-reaching, interesting and successful band to come out of that scene.Īs such when their autobiography, The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band, was released back in 2001 it became one of the must read rock books and almost straight away there was talk of a movie, though I’ll admit given the stories relayed in the book and the manner in which each band member contradicted almost everything all the others said it seemed an unlikely prospect. However, what they were extremely entertaining at, even from the cheap seats. Feelgood tour and a few more times since, it was always clear the Crüe was never a great band despite having some great tunes. Having seen the band at its peak on the Dr. A truly bizarre prospect when you consider that darkly and deeply talented Get Out cinematographer Toby Oliver was behind the lens here – and how great that Jordon Peele directed Oscar winner looked. So is at least one manager, Mel Gibson, and several wives, including Pamela Anderson.Īlong with carving off all the messy or convoluted bits as authorized band biographies like Bohemian Rhapsody and Straight Outta Compton have done in recent years too, The Dirt is also oddly overly lite and visually flat. ![]() The corporate climate seems to be having settled on reducing the tale of The Dirt to mainly a mere collection of drunken shenanigans and an overdose or three.Īs well, entertaining intersections in the book with big names and other bands, that don’t involve licking up urine with Ozzy Osbourne, are absent from the flick. Those are, however, rare exceptions in this straight to MOR movie that has a limited emotional range outside of party time.Įither in the interest of brevity, legal deniability in the #metoo era or being designated as violent pornography, the Tom Kapinos and Amanda Adelson penned script tosses out the truly terrible things and the interesting things that Mötley Crüe did all those decades ago. ![]() Yes, there is Vince Neil’s drunken 1984 car crash that killed Hanoi Rocks drummer Razzle and the deeply moving death of the singer’s young daughter from cancer. ![]() With the exception of a mainly POV montage detailing a day on tour for Roadies vet Kelly portrayed Lee, which starts off with the drummer handcuffed to the bed, most of The Dirt is bleached pretty clean from its feral and self-admitted sordid source material. That’s a long-lost way in the tall grass from the arrogant abandon of Michael Winterbottom’s 24 Hour Party People from 2002 – a more obvious blueprint, if you know what I mean? The slouching result of this Machine Gun Kelly, Daniel Webber, Douglas Booth and Game of Thrones alum Iwan Rheon starrer is more 2001’s sad Rockstar featuring Marky Mark Wahlberg. A process that seems to, like the drugs sold outside at Crüe shows back in the 80s, inevitably have stomped the kick out of the whole thing. Maybe it’s because versions of the best-selling oral history from the often tragically imbibing or imploding Sunset Strip band and Neil Strauss having passed through many hands and rights holders over the years. ![]() The Show To Watch This Week: 'The Act,' 'Delhi Crime,' 'Jane The Virgin' & 'Into The Badlands' Reviewed ![]()
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