Angus Jung wrote:

gio wrote:He strikes me as the type of person who might not survive for very long in this world

You've got a point.

I know if I ever saw this twat, I would kill him graveyard dead.

give him a few years, watch and see if he doesn't do it himself.

I went to see the BJM at the Bottom Lounge, not knowing what the music was like very well, but I had seen the trailer for this film, and my buddy and I had nothing else to do, so we went. Coincidentally, the day of the show was the day the film was released here in Chicago, but again, I had not seen it. At the show, after the second band played, I went to use the bathroom. By this time, I was pretty drunk, so I was slurring slightly. As I'm draining my junk in the urinal, I look up and see Anton from BJM washing his hands in the sink next to me. I finish up my piss, tuck it away, and then walk over to Anton and slurringly say, "HEY MAN WHATD YOU THINK OF YOUR MOVIEEE??!" Anton stopped washing his hands, did a slow dramatic turn of the head to look at me, and then unleashed a little rant:

"MAN, THAT MOVIE IS NOT ABOUT ME AT ALL ITS ALL FOR MONEY THOSE PEOPLE FUCKED ME, THEY TOTALLY MISINTERPRETED IT AND MADE ME LOOK LIKE..."

Bla bla, he goes on, but he was actually getting angry with me for even bringing it up, and started pointing his finger in my face. Before I could even take a step back, he says, "Ya know, I don't have time to sit here and talk to you about it, I gotta go play, man..."

Anton then proceeds to run out of the bathroom, right on stage, picking up his guitar, and immediately starting the set. I come stumbling out of the bathroom, drunk as all hell as I noted before, and laughing my ass off. A few days later I saw the movie and then realized how childish and stupid that Anton character really is and I was surprised he didn't try to slap me in the mouth or something. I guess he would have if it was 1996.

Good times.

watched this a couple months ago. enjoyable. i am a sucker for dickheads in warhol glasses and imitation psych. most of the brian jonestown stuff is crummy, but "let me stand next to your flower" is a great song.

i'm also partial to the dandy warhols' cover of "hell's bells" - the trumpets really clinch it.

This is the Citizen Kane of watch-a-repulsive-twat-act-like-a-repulsive-twat movies. Which isn't saying all that much, really.

You could probably get a camcorder and film your roomate stealing your food and trying to play an open D chord for 20 minutes and do better, except he might not say anything about starting a revolution.

To be fair, this movie does contain some fascinating revelations about the record industry, assuming you didn't know that that record industry exploits naive ego-buffoons who are more than willing to be its tools.

I deeply regret seeing this movie.

CRAP.

tmidgett wrote:Finally saw this movie.

Not crap.

With all the discussion of the bands involved, most of which I agree with, I just wanted to point out that the industry guys are worse.

All in all, it's an excellent dissection of the music industry. The fact that the bands are both distasteful is irrelevant, and the Dandy Warhols are actually perfect for the film--they are exactly the kind of band that can do OK within the biz framework.

I finally saw this last night, and i agree with Tim on all counts. It's a story of two shitty, derivative bands, one of which had it together enough to sort of carve out a niche for themselves in the music "industry," and one whose primary driving force was a self-obsessed fucked up trainwreck. It's interesting seeing how their careers diverged, and how Anton obviously becomes embittered by the supposedly "lesser" band's success, even though they were such buds.

I also agree with whoever said that Joel from BJM (the tambourine guy) seemed pretty damn likeable. He's just this dude who likes being in a rock band, and he's been saddled with this psycho, and all he can do his shake his head and laugh. I think he's got a great attitude through the whole ordeal.

Full disclosure: I own the Warhols' Welcome to the Monkey House CD, because i bought it used so i'd have the song "We Used to Be Friends," because it's the Veronica Mars theme and it's catchy. The rest of the album is repugnant.

Also, Zia is fucking fly, and she did a pretty hot nude photoset for Suicide Girls a while back while she was very pregnant. That's kinda cool, although i hear she now kinda regrets it because the site sucks or something. I dunno.

not crap

I just watched this film because it came up on some Canuckistanian network in the the middle of the day during my post-Canada Day hangover. I've always thought that I'd like to make an indie rock Spinal Tap and when I watched this I immediately thought somebody had beaten me to it. Finally I realised that it was the doc about BJM and DW and i couldn't stop watching. It was absolutely hilarious.

I agree that it is worth seeing this movie about two very average/bordering on shitty bands because it's highly entertaining to watch this delusion from afar.

It's been killing me for like an hour but I finally realised that the BJM tambourine guy is a dead-ringer for the comedic actor Kevin Eldon -

Fuck me. Well done Tommy, I knew he seemed familiar.

DrAwkward wrote:I also agree with whoever said that Joel from BJM (the tambourine guy) seemed pretty damn likeable. He's just this dude who likes being in a rock band, and he's been saddled with this psycho, and all he can do his shake his head and laugh. I think he's got a great attitude through the whole ordeal.
.

You know he is the main guy in BMRC now right?