I understand everything that's cloying and irritating about this, and I do find it odd that a director would cast themselves in a role like this, but it got me. What can I say, it just got me.
Total shite. The worst film I've ever seen. I turned it off in disgust about 10 minutes in, felt guilty for doing so, and foolishly went back for more. I have a lot of time for Caitlin Moran, and have enjoyed her writing over the years, but this was disgraceful.
I never again want to feel the way I felt watching this. It was a gut-level, viscerally embarrassing experience. My partner and I were constantly glancing over to one another,…
Hmmm. Not sure about this one. You can’t argue with the music and Poly looks incredible in what little early footage was shown (and shown again, and again, and again) but this was a pretty shoddy affair. Celeste Bell’s narration sounded like it was recorded at gunpoint. When a documentary contains more footage of its director than its subject, you’re in trouble. The choice to interview dozens of punk luminaries, not include any video footage of said interviews, instead opting…