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Based on the reviews I read of this film, I was expecting to at least find this amusing. I was not amused. It was terribly boring, wooden acting, ad-libbed script, lacklustre cinematography and a waste of time. All of those things would have been fine if it had at least been charming or unintentionally funny, but it refused to do little more then fill a runtime. The only amusement was derived from a couple of ridiculous names in the credits. I've seen lots of these actors in much better films, so the blame should be placed squarely on the shoulders of the director. Should serve as a reminder that aspiring filmmakers have an incredibly low bar to reach in order to actualize their filmmaking goals.

If you were into all things AT in the 80's and 90's, this documentary is for you, even more relevant if Alice Donut featured large in your mixtapes. Comprehensive overview of the creation, progression, disbanding, and rebanding of the group over the decades, discussing the specific challenges and rewards associated with the release of each lp. For me, it was great putting names to faces, and faces to personalities, and provided a broader context for the band. Remarkably down-to-earth people considering their oeuvre of work, but also reminded me of every serious musician I have ever known. Just need a doc for NoMeansNo now.

I'm a big fan of 'so bad they're good' films and have worked my way through a pig's trough full of Canon misfires and have always found something odd, funny or endearing in each ugly duckling of a cinematic mess.

But this. THIS.

Unfunny? Yes. Boring? Hell yes. Poorly written? Wow, hard to formulate an appropriate sentiment that reflects the level of incompetence that some braindead half-wit mustered to actually have typed out this screenplay. Let alone the fact that other dunderpated dullards backed it with production money???? How? Why? Where? All the questions!

Do NOT let the fact that Sherman Helmsley stars in this shaggy dog sway you for one second into assuming that it contains any humour. This is as far from The Jefferson's as the north is from the south.

I'm never offended by films but this was an insult to my intelligence and the medium of filmmaking. Having a crippling bout of Ghost Fever is no excuse for writing or directing Ghost Fever, even Explosive AIDS would be a hard sell for excusing this IQ reducing paean to ignorance.

-10 out of 10

AVOID.