Directed by Jeff Tremaine
[2019]
Despite being based on a tell-all book that doesn’t skimp on the sordid details, The Dirt comes across as lacking in both story and character development in comparison, and feels quite rushed in how it depicts the band’s origin story, subsequent rise to fame, fall from grace and eventual resurrection, not to mention the changing music scene of the early ‘90s that pushed aside bands like the Crüe. (The life-size poster of Pearl Jam’s debut album Ten outside the Crüe’s rehearsal studio is, by its lonesome, supposed to clue us in on that latter development.)
Some folks have chastised Netflix for programming The Dirt in the midst of the #MeToo movement, which is ridiculous, considering the movie revolves around the true life and times of a rock and roll band prone to debauchery (depravity?) during the ‘80s, a decade mostly defined by a carefree attitude towards drugs, greed and hedonism.
However, those of us who’ve read the book, and/or know how it all went down, will find it hard to get past the movie feeling like a sort of a visual checklist and not a story. Whereas for those vaguely or plain unfamiliar with the Crüe, one can surmise them experiencing a rated-X Lifetime movie about an ‘80s hair band and little more.
Bottom line: The Dirt is entertaining and doesn’t suck but it fails to live up to its source material. Or even the hype, for that matter.
