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IMO this is one of the finest rock-docs ever made. Not sure how close to reality it really is (maybe more "film" than "documentary"), but filmmaker Ondi Timoner followed the bands in question (Portland's Dandy Warhols and SF's Brian Jonestown Massacre) for seven years, amassing something like 2500 hours of footage, to craft a narrative that basically portrays a love/hate relationship between the bands (at one point, BJM frontman Anton Newcombe sends each member of Dandy Warhols a bullet with his/her name on it). I had the advantage of knowing both bands on their own terms -- the Dandys' Courtney Taylor-Taylor is a longtime friend, and I've been a fan of BJM for years, as my reviews/interviews would show -- so I can pick around a bit between what seems real (the music itself, life on the road, dealing with labels and the biz) and what seems contrived (the friction between the bands, Anton's seemingly over-the-top persona). The Dandys are THE most fun hang of all time -- their rehearsal space-cum-party cabin/clubhouse, the Odditorium in Portland, took up a full city block and hosted absolute ragers over the years (including an amazing night with David Bowie and band). The film is celebrating its 20th anniversary this year and Timoner has added scenes and additional narration from BJM tambourine player (!!) Joel Gion to bring the movie up to date and balance out some of the overblown-ness of the original version. Compulsive viewing, dead ahead: "Choose your own adventure" with the cameras rolling.
Mar 12, 2024

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It’s a documentary on the rivalry between The Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols and truly nothing cheers me up more than the pretentious hipster assholes in these bands
Aug 5, 2024
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“Maybe I’ll make enough money to buy my privacy back” Sort of like being trapped on a train car with the worlds most insufferable man. Pretty incredible document of one of the last moments in which there were guys playing guitar who women in faraway cities pawed at and cried over. The kind of “indie famous,” as Bradford Cox once described it, where you walk unmolested through your own countries metropolitan hubs, but are subjected to “I’ll die for you” levels of adoration once you enter Zurich or Bologna. Sorry but I don’t see mj lenderman eliciting this kind of feral sexual response from an audience. Alex G maybe, but he wouldn’t entertain it. Mac Demarco had some of this appeal in his time I guess. Idk it’s just kind of crazy to see a documentary about an indie rock star in early 2010s who freely uses the word faggot and ends every show by flinging a girl from the audience over his shoulder before disappearing into the dressing room. Pretty obvious why this has been burried. Unbelievably fun time.
Jan 28, 2024

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