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That seems to be the ostensible purpose of this film, and there's nothing wrong with that. She wears a tight shirt. She wears low rise jeans. Jessica runs. She bounces. She gets wet.

She runs some more. She bounces some more. And a handful of people get chopped up with a chainsaw. What more do you want? That seems to be the ostensible purpose of this film, and there's nothing wrong with that. She wears a tight shirt. She wears low rise jeans. Jessica runs. She bounces. She gets wet.

She runs some more. She bounces some more. And a handful of people get chopped up with a chainsaw. What more do you want?

It isn't awful, but it isn't a classic and it isn't even good. It's the type of movie that multi-culturalists applaud even though they can't recall any of the plot details or any of the songs.

It's gaudy and boring. I got about twenty or thirty minutes into it before I realized I was kidding myself. Too many people bouncing around and the main love interest in the film seems to be motivated south of the waist instead of anywhere north.

The "myth" is retold too clumsily to be taken seriously. This is really just a movie about people trying to get laid. There's nothing wrong with that, but don't try to push it off as symbolic or whatever.

Black Orpheus is too bouncy to be as dark as it wants to be. I gave up on it. I've always hated movies where everyone is so happy for no apparent reason. Sue me.

As a film, Fearless Freaks is too long. Fans of the band probably won't care, though, as they seem willing to venture however far off the beaten path Wayne and the boys want to go. I wouldn't recommend it to the casual viewer, as it contains way too many scenes of the band's personal lives to be interesting to the general public.

I enjoyed it a lot, because it gives lots of insider info on a band that I've loved for over fifteen years. The most interesting part, and the one that most people will cite as the film's centerpiece, concerns Steven Drozd's frank discussion about his heroin addiction. The scene is as chilling as anything you've ever seen, watching Steven cook up a rig full of smack has to be the wildest thing I've seen in a film in years.

There isn't enough concert footage here, but two recent (excellent) shows are featured, Coachella 2004 and the Stubb's show in Austin, TX. I would have enjoyed more scenes of that classic show in Austin TX, mainly because I was there, in the front, and it was the most fun I've ever had at a concert in my life. Their Coachella set (I was there, too) was way too short, mostly consisting of Wayne trying to surf the crowd in a huge bubble (which was totally cool). I think they played four songs before they were rushed off so the Cure could take forever to come on. blah.

The thing I enjoyed most about this film was the insight it gives on what it's like to be a "rock star". Wayne and his wife don't live in a mansion, and their lives seem wonderfully normal. This was refreshing, and it certainly beats the hell out of watching Metallica argue for two hours.

The Flaming Lips have arguably one of the finest albums ever made, The Soft Bulletin (if you can find the vinyl version, get it no matter how much you got to spend). While I don't think this film will open them up to a wider audience, fans of the band won't be disappointed.