Director: Jim Jarmusch
I wonder if people worry about whether they’re letting the side down by not liking a key book or doco relating to an artist they love. I figure fans want to lap up anything related to the fan-experience. But boring-is-boring. I loathed the Keith Richards memoir, doesn’t mean I’m not a fan of the best stuff he’s done and the best of The Rolling Stones…
I wonder, too, with these docos if people feel that the star-factor meeting-of-minds of a ‘name’ director pairing up with a great subject/artist means they have to like it. Each to their own – of course! But how else could the rave-reviews of Gimme Danger, Jim Jarmusch’s doco about The Stooges arrive. It must be because no one wants to be outed as possibly not a Stooges fan – and/or not a Jim Jarmusch fan.
Jarmusch is as hit and miss as Iggy’s solo career. For every great film experience he offers boring dross. Material that aims to be cool and chases its own tail down the well.
We know what we need to know about The Stooges – and yes, right time/right place, I love them! But this doco offers nothing new, nothing that interesting and all but falls back in on itself after promising the world. Jim Jarmsuch no less, is such a fan of The Stooges, so sure they’re the greatest. Then he trots out a boring-as-fuck set of interviews. Pop is articulate and a remarkable survivor. But his set of reflections here shine no real (new) light.
I coped. I made it. I ticked it off the list. But I couldn’t recommend it. Couldn’t rave about it. Couldn’t sit through it again.
It did – on some level – remind me of the music, the soundtrack album arrived, and I went straight to that after as some sort of release/relief. But it’s not like I don’t have the Stooges records already and wouldn’t have gone back to them without this film.