I loved TSOL growing up, but for the first 2 hours (film is 2.5 hours long total) this was just one over the hill dude on a stage basically reliving teenage mischief stories over and over. Got real tedious. Ron Emory was one of the greatest punk rock guitarists there ever was. I wanted to hear more about him and the music that made TSOL a favorite band of my youth, not rehashed and obviously exaggerated tales that were mildly amusing at best, 45 years ago. It isn't until Jack Grisham gets to the point of talking about the original band breaking up, that this documentary does a complete 180 and becomes one of the most tender and heartfelt movies I have seen in a long time. The death of original drummer Todd Barnes had a lot to do with it, but hearing Grisham, Emory, and Mike Roche talking about finally cleaning up their acts and moving on, is one of the most human things you will see in rock & roll. Grisham even takes responsibility and tries to make amends for the immature and self destructive behavior of his youth. By the end, you can't help but admire and respect him for that.
The planted audience dressed as cops and nuns, clapping and cheering at Grisham's every word, is very annoying, but overall, if you are a fan, this one is definitely worth watching.
8/10.
The planted audience dressed as cops and nuns, clapping and cheering at Grisham's every word, is very annoying, but overall, if you are a fan, this one is definitely worth watching.
8/10.
