Trying to make a movie about Motley Crue is something akin to trying to make a movie about The Beatles or Led Zeppelin. You really better know what your doing or you're going to wind up with a colossal mess.
That is exactly what happened here.
I was a teenage metal fan in the 80s. I saw some of the shows and actually got to meet some of the members of the band. Vince Neil included. As such, I can tell you that whatever else they may be, the people depicted in 'The Dirt' are not Motley Crue. If anything, they are bad copies.
Much like the movie itself.
It would be easy to nitpick the whole piece to death but the core problem with 'The Dirt' is that it is a film written and made by people who do not know their subject matter . . . but think they do. Visually, the world of the 1980s is recreated in exacting detail and looks great. But neither the writer nor the director make any attempt to understand the music culture of the time or the musicians who formed the band beyond the cliff notes version.
The result is a caricature movie. Well costumed actors pretending to be Motley Crue without really knowing who these people are and why their fans care about them and their music. The portrayals are over-the-top and often completely inaccurate, with Tommy Lee coming off like a jittery millennial fanboy and Vince Neil sounding like a cross between Jeff Spicoli and C.C. Deville.
The reality is that Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil and Mick Mars were products of the 1970s culture who happened to appear on the Sunset Strip at a time when that culture was undergoing a dramatic shift. They, along with slate of other young musicians, launched a new style of music for the next decade.
This is the point of the story and what ultimately makes Motley Crue unique. The partying and drug use are interesting but the music is what we, the fans cared about, what launched them to stardom and what kept us coming to the shows and buying the albums. And this is what we want to know about and is barely touched on in the movie.
With a few notable exceptions, (Iwan Rheon's interpretation of Mick Mars, is a bit uneven but believable and Tony Cavalero's Ozzy Osbourne is dead on) this is one you want to miss if you were there.
That is exactly what happened here.
I was a teenage metal fan in the 80s. I saw some of the shows and actually got to meet some of the members of the band. Vince Neil included. As such, I can tell you that whatever else they may be, the people depicted in 'The Dirt' are not Motley Crue. If anything, they are bad copies.
Much like the movie itself.
It would be easy to nitpick the whole piece to death but the core problem with 'The Dirt' is that it is a film written and made by people who do not know their subject matter . . . but think they do. Visually, the world of the 1980s is recreated in exacting detail and looks great. But neither the writer nor the director make any attempt to understand the music culture of the time or the musicians who formed the band beyond the cliff notes version.
The result is a caricature movie. Well costumed actors pretending to be Motley Crue without really knowing who these people are and why their fans care about them and their music. The portrayals are over-the-top and often completely inaccurate, with Tommy Lee coming off like a jittery millennial fanboy and Vince Neil sounding like a cross between Jeff Spicoli and C.C. Deville.
The reality is that Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil and Mick Mars were products of the 1970s culture who happened to appear on the Sunset Strip at a time when that culture was undergoing a dramatic shift. They, along with slate of other young musicians, launched a new style of music for the next decade.
This is the point of the story and what ultimately makes Motley Crue unique. The partying and drug use are interesting but the music is what we, the fans cared about, what launched them to stardom and what kept us coming to the shows and buying the albums. And this is what we want to know about and is barely touched on in the movie.
With a few notable exceptions, (Iwan Rheon's interpretation of Mick Mars, is a bit uneven but believable and Tony Cavalero's Ozzy Osbourne is dead on) this is one you want to miss if you were there.
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