Most of us know Todd Phillips as the director of frat-coms Road Trip, Old School and Starsky & Hutch, but there is a different kind of comedy that marks the director's debut film, the enthralling and disgusting rock-doc Hated.
Enjoyment of the film is not entirely dependent upon your liking (or
even knowledge of) GG Allin, but it helps to know what you're getting
yourself into prior to the viewing. This is not some Don't Look Back
wannabe, but a doc that focuses on one of the most notorious figures in
the punk underground. GG was famous for self-mutilation, physical
crowd abuse, and defecation (followed by the smearing of said shit on
himself and flinging the remains at the crowd) during his shows, which
are well-documented here. There is enough poo, blood, vomit and
degradation for several lifetimes, but GG and his fans revel in the
whole spectacle. And that's exactly what it is (or was). 17 years
after his death, the show remains spectacular. Something I was
simultaneously repelled and attracted to, and I can only imagine
(thankfully - I have no real desire to have my nose broken and possibly
contract hep C and e. coli poisoning) the terror and excitement of the
adrenaline rush provided by attending one of the live shows. Truly an
unmatched visceral rush, I'm sure.
The film follows
GG's life in roughly chronological order, from his messed up childhood
to his early attempts at starting bands, to his jail time, up to the
then-present formation of the Murder Junkies, his band. The band itself
is one of the more intriguing aspects of the whole shebang, and they
act as the yin to GG's yang. There is no real weirdness there, except
for hilarious and well-spoken brother Merle's penchant for fake beards,
and drummer Dino's (who seems like he took a wrong turn during a peyote
trip) preference for playing in the nude (matching GG's most oft-used
stage costume). Other than that, they are relatively low-key, and
almost a non-presence during the shows, as everyone is transfixed by the
rabid performance of GG. The band merely gives Allin a canvas on which
to paint, or more accurately, a toilet in which to shit.
Another
cool thing about the film is its investigation of GG's fans - what sort
of person is drawn to this type of spectacle? Predictably, perhaps, we
see a rogue's gallery of freaks and weirdos, drunks, junkies, angry
loners, social outcasts - in short, those who believe, rightfully or
not, that there is no place for them in society, and have adopted GG as a
kind of leader or god. There is also discussion in the film of GG's
visits to and adoration by John Wayne Gacy. To be a fly on the wall
during those conversations...
There is also footage of a
rather bizarre appearance on Geraldo, and interviews with GG himself,
who is visibly worse for wear in latter interviews, years of self-abuse
and an increasing dependence on alcohol and heroin having taken their
toll. GG was famous for claiming that he was going to kill himself on
stage, and probably take a few audience members with him, but, as the
doc notes "he died like a rock star, overdosing on heroin." The
recently released special edition DVD has some good features, including a
very lengthy interview with the present day Merle (still with it) and
Dino (who seems like he's gone further down the rabbit hole); however,
it was long rumoured and promised that this edition of the film would
include footage from the final show, the night GG died. I was kind of
morbidly curious, but was let down when the footage was absent. There
is additional footage of the funeral, which is, sadly, very ordinary.
An
extreme original, in the same way that Charles Manson was, it's cool to
see people like GG exist (or existed), kicking against the pricks and
with clearly no regard for authority of any kind and with very clear
goals. It's also quite comforting to know that they're dead, or behind
bars. There will be another GG, though, the world needs, and thus
creates one every 20 years or so. Three years to go...
"My mind's a machine gun, my body's the bullets, and the audience is the target" - GG Allin
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