According to some people, musical biopics have a problem in the sense that, for personal reasons, they sanitize the lives of artists and bands. Sometimes, they show some of the conflicts, they show the abusive husband behind the great artist, they show the substances and their abuse, but all of this is sanitized or poorly executed as in Netflix's Motley Crue biopic.
I say all this because I was taken back by the way this documentary kicks off and ran for most of its runtime. In just three minutes, the documentary shows us that Irke was the devil incarnate, a pioneer but also a disgrace for humanity. Rather than start with the positive and beautiful, the documentary spends most of…