[I know this was the subject of another posting back in February but I just saw this film last night]

The Dirt is a bio-pic about the heavy metal band Motly Crue...so, you know it's going to have a lot of crazy shit in it -- and it does...including a short but nice (medium wide shots) scene with two bikini clad (possibly topless) babes...with a BONUS: the scene is replayed in the long credits along side the actual video someone made during one of their wild club forays...it's surprising faithful to the original (yes, both suffer from over-editing and no close-ups)...the film itself is quite well done and very entertaining on many levels.

Gives me an excuse to post this extremely accurate review again!!

https://www.stereogum.com/2036422/the-dirt-motley-crue-review-netflix/franchises/sounding-board/

At least they're consistently terrible.

I missed that little piece in the end credits. Thanks. It's right after David Costabile's credit, at 1:40:45.

Now how to we get them to fork over the rest of that vintage mud wrestling footage?!

Rich (a review of the review: The Dirt):

The review is anything but "extremely accurate".

I am guessing -- based upon textual clues -- that the reviewer, Phil Freeman, fancies himself a connoisseur of all things Metal, and, that he had made up his mind to hate the film within the first few minutes (but perhaps he hated the band long before). Don't get me wrong -- it's in no way a 'great' film (and I never was a MC fan, nor a 'hair metal' fan; I've always found the music genre, with some exceptions, to be puerile and silly)...but Freeman either skipped over parts of the film, or, only watched clips from the press packet screener, or something, 'cause he leaves out mention of key details in order to smugly, morally condemn them ("rapists"? There is no rape scene anywhere in the entire movie; but for sure, there were several gratuitous and arguably exploitative sex scenes -- what you'd expect from a sex and drugs and rock and roll-focused metal band in the '80s -- but which were indeed funny -- properly lubricated, of course). Case in point: he writes

"Unfortunately, a lot of the rest of the movie makes Mley Cr almost impossible to like. As mentioned above, Tommy Lee punches a woman to whom he's supposedly engaged in the face on their tour bus during an argument, and the scene just ends there."

Well, the scene might end there (not the first band bio-pic to use quick cinematic brush strokes to paint a scene) but it didn't start there; the reviewer leaves out one crucial fact: before she was punched, the same gf -- after calling his mother the 'c word' several times -- stabbed Tommy Lee in the back with a pen (the pen stuck firmly into his back). I'm not excusing his later assault (although the lawyer I watched the film with did; he could easily claim self defense)...but Freeman cherry-picks his deplorable scenes, it seems, solely to morally judge them (with some sympathy for Vince Neal's character, and his dying daughter).

Freeman's antipathy towards the band and the film is a tad much; no one sane would expect a film about MC to portray them as selfless angels -- but calling them "predatory drug addicts" is absurd; drug addicts want drugs, and will do almost anything to get them (Duh); pure inflammatory villification. One could have applauded them for being so open and honest about their drug habits (especially Mick Sixx's drug habits), as easily as he condemns them (cripes, they were a pop metal band out to make money and get girls -- not fucking U2).

As to their actual musical achievements, I agree, in retrospect (having been oh-so-slightly educated as to their body of work), that many highlights and pivotal career moments were ignored (or edited out), but, that is where Freeman betrays his heavy metal snobbery (if such a thing is possible): to a non-fan of MC (or the genre in which they, for the most part, thrived), such details about their albums, hits, and early days would escape his/her notice. A non-fan of MC is forced to view and appraise the film as it is presented (even if the characters, and their flaws, are portrayed in an often cartoonish manner). There were indeed some appalling moments, and, some poignant moments, in the movie -- just what you might expect from a rock band bio-pic. Oh, and yes, there were some "stylistic" inconsistencies, too (but who cares?). But, in that context, the film is not as bad as 'metaller-than-thou' Freeman makes it out to be. It is, in fact, quite entertaining in a non-boring, Saturday night-at-home-cable-TV-film-choice kind of way.

I am somewhat amazed that I actually was able to write so much about such an inconsequential film as this!