April 16, 2001
Since we are dealing with real publications like Creem Magazine and Rolling Stone Magazine, and their real editors, why must we then sit through scene after scene with the fake band called Stillwater and their smash big hit song, "Fever Dog," (which sounds like a Benny Hill routine to me). And between this phoniness we are given a glimpse of David Bowie's back, hear that Led Zepplin is somewhere in the house, and keep hearing a lot of Elton John songs. After just a few minutes I wanted to scream.
As I have previously elucidated in my essay "Verisimilitude," the truth in a story is in regard to the world the writer has chosen to present. If you choose the milieu of policemen working in a large
What makes all of this way worse to me, and indeed pure hypocrisy, is that the point of "Almost Famous" is -- a writer must tell the truth, no matter what. Well, that doesn't just mean in a piece of rock journalism (where we all know truth is a sacred commodity), it also happens to apply to screenwriting, too. If the point is telling the truth, then why not tell the fucking truth! Is this supposed to be the Allman Brothers Band? Or is it Creedance Clearwater Revival? Perhaps I've always been confused, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought the definition of a groupie was: one who has sex with rock stars. And if you are hanging
Beyond any of that, a lot might well be forgiven in a story if the lead characters are even slightly charismatic or charming. Sadly, the lead kid and the lead groupie's characters are so woefully underdeveloped that, as usual in nearly all modern movies, I simply did not care in the slightest. And I don't know about you, but if I don't care, then it all just don't mean nothin' nohow.
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