Street Survivors: The True Story of the Lynyrd Skynyrd Plane Crash

I love Lynyrd Skynyrd, and I love movies - this had a lot of potential. Unfortunately, this movie is just bad. So much over dramatization and it cannot be overestimated the level self importance Artimus has for himself. Even if all of this story were true, I can't imagine telling the story this way. Do not recommend.

I believe the story, but this movie is purely the self indulgent tale of Pyle and how he saved the day. It is a great story that deserves to be told, but maybe as a Netflix show and not a movie that I had to pay for. In the beginning of the movie, Pyle says this story is not just about the crash, but about the music. I disagree with that. This movie has little to do with the music or with the band or even their story. I would love to see a "Bohemian Rhapsody" or "The Dirt" style production of the full Lynyrd Skynyrd story. The production quality of this movie was very poor.

It hurts to write this, it hurts to kick Artimus, but this is dreadful. I just hope he got a nice earner out of it because the movie has no merit whatsoever and helping Artimus stay afloat is the only positive I can glean from it. In the first scene Artie (or the actor playing him) is playing drums and his wife alerts him - "Ronnie Van Zant is on the phone!" "From Lynyrd Skynyrd?" he replies. No, your DENTIST Ronnie Van Zant! It starts as it means to go on. Artie bookends the movie, giving his band APB a plug at the end, and boy, does he inhabit the movie in between. He's an expert pilot ("Four years in the marines!"), he can do emergency surgery, he can struggle for miles with serious injuries (I'm happy to say he suffered torn cartilage in his chest and nothing more serious in the crash) then help with the rescue effort blitzing anyone who stands between him and his bandmates (at the crash site and at the hospital). It's all about him! When I heard the band launch into (a really poor version of) Call me the Breeze early on, I thought good, stories of no access to the music were untrue. Then I found that that brief blast of music was all there was - it being a cover version they were allowed to play it. For this reason Skynyrd opened the show with it (!)at one of those totally unrealistic movie gigs - you know, social distancing where a mosh pit should be, Skynyrd at their peak playing a stage the size of a cigarette packet. As a means of making life easier for Artimus, great - as a movie, virtually worthless.

The story was too overdramatized. A couple of incompetent pilots flying a broken down plane carrying a bunch of drug addicts just wasn't something I could get into. I never felt any pity with the exception for Cassie.

First off this isn't a documentary. This is a 1st hand account from someone in the crash made into a movie.

Sure there's no history before Artimus joins the band, because he's the one telling the story ... from his point of view.

Is it all true ? Who knows ? ... it's his account of the story and that's what matters here. I have no reason to not believe him as I'm sure some of it is verifiable.

Gary, Billy, Leon, Allen, Leslie, JoJo ... they didn't make a movie about the crash from their point of view. So, we may never know the facts to 100% certainty ... if even that could make it 100% certain.

In conclusion, I suggest you watch Artimus' recollection of the most tragic plane crash in music history and quit worrying about all the minutiae.