Documentarians have long occupied the unwashed fringes of the cinema community, making them inherently intriguing to CineSchlockers, especially those films whose subject matter strays even further afield. Hence this column’s chronicled kooky UFO lore, Amish teens gone wild, atrociously lame hairstyles, unionized strippers, catfish rassling, hedgehog porn stars, mascara’d televangelists and now pint-sized, red mop’d radio legend Rodney Bingenheimer. See this movie! Period. It’s hilarious. It’s heartbreaking. It’s a strange journey to the free lovin’ age of the Sunset Strip. It’s a meditation on fame, the famous and the not-so-famous. It’s a fierce celebration of rockers and rock ‘n’ roll. It’s thrilling. It’s baffling. Yet somehow all of it interweaves to reveal Rodney. That’s fantastic filmmaking. That’s arresting entertainment. Once CineSchlockers have seen the flick, they’ll no doubt feel compelled to immediately flip over to Bingenheimer’s charmer of a commentary. While music fans may just have to dive head long into oodles of bonus interviews with acts as diverse as David Bowie, Coldplay, Courtney Love, Alice Cooper, Cher, Oasis, Nancy Sinatra and No Doubt.
