Film #285: LEMMY
3 out of 5 stars
Considered by many to be the Father of Heavy Metal, Lemmy Kilmister (RIP) is something of an icon. From his manner of dress, the moles on his face, the seemingly dirty affect, and the thrumming of his bass, Lemmy is one of a kind. The documentary (which follows him around for some time - or so it would appear) does a good job at presenting the man behind the legend. Lemmy, a man well into his 60s at the time of this filming, has seen a lot of miles and it shows. His stories are legendary, his manner a lot more subdued than it has been in the past, and his affection for works like “cunt” make for a fun ride. Sadly though, as the viewer gets used to Lemmy the man… we notice some odd things: his mixture of vitamins, blood pressure medicine, and speed, the every so slight shaking of his hands due to age, the fact that this rock legend lives in a small apartment in order to be close to his beloved Rainbow Grill. While we learn something of Lemmy’s past (very little actually), what the viewer soon realizes that what is playing out onscreen is the canonization and living eulogy for a rock god. Many luminaries line up to sing Lemmy’s praises here and the love for the Motorhead front man is obvious. Still… the documentary runs a little long at 2 hours and is kind of skimpy on the details of Lenny’s early life. In the end, I enjoyed getting to know the man behind the legend, but I was also saddened that this spotlight was shown on him so late in his life. Truth is… I left the viewing experience feeling kind of sad and thinking that rockers like Lemmy are going away and rock will forever be diminished by their passing. Fun stuff… even for non-metal fans.