This is one of the biggest piece of cinematic garbage I've ever seen. I like X, Blasters, (never cared for the Flesheaters), but it just shows that this scene was never this rogue, rebellious scene like it's painted. All these known punk performers: tex, John Doe, Henry Rollins, Dinah Cancer; etc. were really no different than the popular high school jocks/cheerleaders; etc. The real underground rogues were the unattractive performers who played great music, but were never recognized, even though the music rocked.
Anyway,the acting was horrible. The protagonist was this chubby 30 something, in a storyline that was weak and I'll never watch this again. It's unfortunate that I paid a lot for this DVD.
If you're a diehard "fan" of these people then get it for your collection. But if you're looking for at least a halfway good movie, pass this up. You're welcome!
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty & tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El...