sorry for the mistakes!
Do you remember the wave that sent hair metal bands home? Of course
yes. With that genre I grew up and it’s clear that I'm not a big
Mötley Crüe and similar bands fan.
Then of course, Nikki Six is a great name and we all envied Tommy Lee
(and it's useless to remember the reason). And finally, still in shock
for the things seen in "Bohemian Rhapsody", I decided, although I have
just written, to look at the announced biopic about Mötley
Crüe. So, like detox.
First of all we must remember that Nikki Six aiming a film about the
band for years, following the well-known biographical book. A bit of
problems, changes and slowdowns and in the end comes "Netflix" with
Jeff Tremain, from "Jackass".
"Inspired by a true story" is the alert that stands out in the first
scenes. Which underline once again that making a 100% accurate biopic
is a difficult task and that here they go heavy with self-irony, among
other things often breaking the fourth wall and warning the audience
that some situations never happened. Fantasy is better than reality,
isn't it? And the Mötley Crüe stand in it in perfection, but
having the courtesy to say it (at least they do it) feeding urban
legends, so dear to the world of rock.
This is enough to make me enjoy a film based on a book, said Six, on an
interview in which he was under the influence of drugs and on a band
that made exaggeration its own trademark.
I refer as always to Rolling Stone's fact checking while in the film,
steady and go, a girl squirted at a party in the first scene. It is the
beginning of a crazy, fast film, in which the protagonists move between
one bullshit and another. But it is not a comic film that aims to make
us say "What a funny, brilliant and very cool jokers are those guys!"
No, it is a film that shows without fear the weaknesses and dramas of
the four members of the band. Wild parties. Drug addiction. Sex.
Overdose of heroin, of Nikki Six. Success. Vince Neil's car accident
that caused the death of Hanoi Rocks drummer Nicholas "Razzle" Dingley.
Millions of records sold. Tommy Lee's problems. A place in history.
Mick Mars degenerative disease. And yet the death of Neil's daughter,
the problems of the group, rehabilitation, the removal of the singer,
the flops, the return. And Ozzy Osburne. Already there is also Ozzy who
snort ants by the pool and who licks his urine and then the one of Six.
Has it ever happened? Who knows, but Ozzy king of the urban legends of
rock, could have done things like that without problems, at least
according to the icon that we well know.
A bit of chronological confusion towards the end and the total absence
of Pamela Anderson are the negative aspects of Tremain's film, which,
as a director, has no genius ideas but realizes excellent
reconstructions of original videos and works with a cast that succeeds
to create credible characters. Actors who manage to make both the silly
and unleashed appearance of the band and the already mentioned dramas.
Douglas Booth, already a BBC interpreter of a television biopic in
which he played Boy George and one of the many adaptations of "Romeo
and Juliet" is an excellent Nikki Six, the band leader plagued by the
ghosts of the past and a growing drug problem which will bring him to
the bottom. Iwan Rheon, famous for Ramsay Bolton of "Games of Thrones"
plays the mysterious and wise Mick Mars, a character different from the
others and central to the band's events. And then Machine Gun Kelly is
Tommy Lee, a bit painted like the group's stupid guy, who lives to
satisfy his needs (and we can say that he succeeds). Finally Daniel
Webber is the singer Vince Neil.
It flows away pleasantly, an enjoyable, shout at the devil.