This film has a lot to offer, not least of which is a one minute appearance by Natasha Lyonne as a Martian receptionist who's wearing too much eyeliner.
Oh, to be male and white and celebrated for braindead buffoonery. I think a fitting punishment for every person involved in making this trash would be to be strapped down and have someone pee into their eyeballs for all eternity.
I stopped watching when I realized this movie isn't self-aware of what moronic, sexist assholes the band members are and actually endorses their behavior. It's one thing to show the antics and attitudes of these douchebags 40 years ago, but it's another entirely to co-sign and normalize it to a contemporary audience.