In this visual essay style documentary, intimate audio of journalist Michael Azerrad's interviews with Kurt Cobain is played over more recently photographed footage of Cobain's Washington state homes and haunts.
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After rocker Kurt Cobain's death, ruled a suicide, a film crew arrives in Seattle to make a documentary. Director Nick Broomfield talks to lots of people: Cobain's aunt who provides home movies and recordings, the estranged father of Cobain's widow Courtney Love, an L.A. private investigator who worked for Love, a nanny for Kurt and Courtney's child, friends and lovers of both, and others. Although Love won't talk to him and his inquiries lose him financial backing, he comes to believe the coroner's verdict. Portraits emerge: a shy, slight Kurt, weary of touring, embarrassed by fame, hooked on heroin; an out-going Courtney, dramatic, controlling, moving from groupie to star. Written by
This film is a total waste of time, and any more ink spilled about it and its director is truly futile.
What a disappointment. I sincerely hope that filmmaker Broomfield meant this as a parody, because there is no other way this picture works. For anyone who thinks that perhaps this was the filmmakers intent, to ridicule his subject, try to imagine what this film would be like if Michael Moore was the director. With the exception of Kurt's aunt, all the people interviewed are pathetic. None of them shed any light on the subject, they only merely establish themselves and the filmmaker as dismal and sad. And if that is not bad enough, they are so uninteresting. I really had a hard time paying attention to this movie and am so grateful I saw it on cable and not for $12 in an art house. Broomfield slams Love every chance he gets, which is about as easy and un-amusing as shooting fish in a barrel. He also elevates Kurt nearly presenting him as a 1990s Buddy Holly, a tortured talented young musician struck down in a great rock and roll death scene. Maybe its too early to say, but Kurt Cobain was no Buddy Holly. As the end mercifully approaches, we are teased into thinking there will be a pay-off. The filmmakers have invaded an ACLU event where Love will be a presenter. After already establishing Love is not interested in protecting the First Amendment, courtesy of threatening phone messages to journalists left by her and Cobain, Broomfield has a chance to confront her on her hypocrisy. But they don't, they instead "loose the nerve" because it seems, Love sends out some sort of evil hypnotic vibe that makes even the most cynical of investigators roll over like junkie off a curb.
This film is a total waste of time, and any more ink spilled about it and its director is truly futile. If you are interested in poorly made movies about why NASA faked the moon landings, where Elvis is hiding out or how Israeli military intelligence murdered Princess Diana, then you would probably enjoy this film.
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