So this movie is a dramatization of Gram Parson’s death.
I urge anyone reading this to click that link because Parson had the most rock’n’roll funeral one can have outside of a Viking funeral.
Now, this movie tries to soak up some of that rockstar/country lore by dramatizing the theft of Parsons' body, but it’s an impossible task. The main problem with this flick is it tries so hard to make you care about the people stealing Parsons, but their…
Harry Dean is perhaps my favorite actor aside from Warren Oates. Every interview I’ve ever read or heard from him is little more than him being asked about “Alien” or “The Godfather” or “Pretty In Pink” or "The Avengers" and him simply confirming that he did in fact act in those movies… he never offers insights or soundbites... just “Oh yeah, sure. I think I remember that picture.”
Add in some David Lynch, Kris Kristofferson, Sam Shepard and Harry Dean’s awesome rendition of “Tennessee Whiskey" and I was pretty much in heaven.
I hate GG Allin. I hate his music and I hate punks that act like him or think he was anything more than an idiot who wanted attention. I may lose some punx points for this, but fuck it. This doc was very good at showing how ridiculous he was and doesn't idolize him the way that I expected. Still it's not for everyone as GG repeatedly shits on stage, mutilates himself and attacks his audience (who are equally fucked in the head).