The Dirt, based on the book by Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, Vince Neil, Nikki Sixx and Neil Strauss - 7.8 out of 10

The Dirt, based on the book by Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, Vince Neil, Nikki Sixx and Neil Strauss

7.8 out of 10

The critics have been very severe with this motion picture, so far, and they are right in noting that this is not the Bohemian Rhapsody, although, with all the remarkable performance of Rami Malek, technical and other achievements, this cinephile would have given a shared prize to Christian Bale, Viggo Mortensen and the winner of the Oscar for Best Actor.

The public has been more generous, rating The Dirt with 7.2 out of 10, against the professionals, which saw this as worth 34 out of 100, for some obvious reasons and others that may escape us.

Motley Crue must have been The Devils Incarnate, if we look at some of the excesses that make other rockers and bands seem angelic, in comparison, at least if we think of the celebrated, much more valuable, quintessential rock band film Almost Famous, where the musicians are subdued, decent, Almost Boy scouts when set against Sixx and the others.

In the first three minutes – or maybe the very first –, we have on screen the chance to witness a…

Squirting party girl!

This could be enough to enrage conservative viewers – nevertheless, this is not destined for the squeamish, religious…but come to think of it, these evangelicals have voted for the guy who talked about grabbing pussy and abusing women, entering the dressing rooms of the beauty pageants he controlled, where under aged girls could be naked, which is what the pervert – president must have wanted to see.

Therefore, I retract the above indication that this is not for the believers in Christ, for they hang on to the man who keeps lying, does not publish taxes, cheated with his charity, University – and it looks like everything else – “loves” – in his own recorded words – dictators like Kim of North Korea, and suffers clearly from Narcissistic Personality Disorder, just like the husband of his advisers has stated…plus an incipient dementia and some other serious mental ailments.

Now that I got going with the Orange Buffoon, I think that the seriousness of what he has done, as the vicious leader of the once free world and before that, is much more calamitous than anything the Motley Crue have ever performed.

Six and the rest were just junkies, rock stars from one moment on and not in charge of the nuclear arsenal and the wellbeing of most of the world ultimately and they were encouraged by fans, circumstances, groupies and the whole inebriating atmosphere to be revolting.

And they were.

Some scenes are so disgusting as to make the skin crawl, for they go beyond the usual paraphernalia of celebrities – in the overrated, if you ask this cinephile, A Star is Born, the Bradley Cooper singer character urinates on his pants and walks on the stage to share the moment with the actress I cannot stand, Lady Gaga.

The members of the Motley Crue band engage in what we have seen in other musicals, biographical movies that deal with such pretentious, often arrogant and excessive super stars, destroying hotel rooms with aplomb, taking drugs – like other rockers, Keith Richards and the Rolling Stones come to mind – in quantities large enough to kill herds of buffaloes.

There is a Pulp Fiction moment – reminding us of the scene where Mia Wallace aka Uma Thurman suffers from an overdose that seems to have killed her, necessitating a n injection into the heart, which the panicked Vincent Vega aka John Travolta has to act upon – where Nikki Sixx has taken too much cocaine or some other powerful substance and for a long time he is gone beyond or out of this world.

Indeed, his demise is announced on the news and one of the paramedics in the ambulance has long given up, trying to convince the other man that it is all over, only this was a fan of the band and is determined to keep him alive, or more exactly bring him back from the dead…

“I cannot let Nikki Sixx die”

Others die though, including the daughter of the singer Tommy Lee, just after he had separated from the band – over artistic differences they use to say – and found out that the girl who might have been only four has cancer.

Perhaps the most provoking, challenging moment takes place near a pool, where another rocker comes drunk, drugged or both and challenges the Motley Crue crew, that are not yet at the height of their villainous behavior – although they scared, abused travelers in hotels and elsewhere and committed all manner of other repulsive acts in their daily program.

This other musician takes his penis out in front of the other guests of the hotel, spending time near or in the pool, and urinates near the water and then bends down and licks the urine!

As if this is not enough, one of the Motley Crue thinks this is a role model and such a nice provocation that he has to follow this lead and does the same, with higher stakes for they now each make an effort to lick…the other’s urine.

Repeating my leitmotif: this is innocent child’s play, when compared with what The Orange Sphincter – as labeled with humor by Bill Maher – does.