Watching aging musicians waxing poetic about their wild, creative days in California is like sitting around a recording studio shooting the breeze with cool old dudes.
Watching aging musicians waxing poetic about their wild, creative days in California is like sitting around a recording studio shooting the breeze with cool old dudes.
Thoroughly forgettable and disposable entertainment that only hardcore fans of the genre may enjoy if everything else is sold out at the Cineplex.
The film may not be destined for cult classic status, but it’s a fun ride that’s worth taking.
A show-off of technical prowess rather than a solid example of good storytelling.
In a world of background noise, this movie cuts through it with the precision of a scalpel.
Here is a film that’s so pretentious, so manipulative, and so full of itself that its powerful message is lost among the chaos.