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is Spinal Tap 1984
Directed by: Rob Reiner
Written by: Christopher Guest, Michael McKean, Rob Reiner, Harry
Starring: Rob Reiner, Christopher Guest, Michael McLean, Harry
Look for it at the video store under:
it when you’re in the mood for
if you watch the DVD, which is packed with goodies, including a
gut-splittingly funny audio commentary track featuring Guest,
McKean and Smalls talking in character -- it may even be better
than the movie)
It’s 1982 and "Britain’s
Loudest Band," Spinal Tap, has just embarked on a tour of America
in support of its latest album, Smell the Glove. The band is
clearly well past its heyday, though its members – singer David St.
Hubbins, guitarist Nigel Tufnel, bass player Derek Smalls, and an
ever-changing roster of mishap-prone drummers – are blissfully
oblivious and thus slow to realize that they’re aging, and not well.
Spinal Tap rocks on, bringing its overblown, performance extravaganza
(think plastic pods, dancing dwarves, and copious amounts of shiny
spandex) to the fans. But soon the frustrations of coping with small
crowds, cancelled bookings, poor promotion, and dismal album sales start
to wear on the band, and the tension that’s been growing between
childhood best friends and founding members David and Nigel threatens to
break up the group. Through it all, first-time filmmaker Marti DiBergi
follows the band from city to city and chronicles the trials and
tribulations of these rock-star has-beens.
basically assumed that everyone, by now, has experienced this cult
classic at least once,
but on a recent lazy Friday night with friends, I was proven wrong. Of
our group of five mid 20- to early 30-somethings, two claimed never to
have seen it, and a third had only hazy recollections of "some
movie about a band that I rented with my mom." Clearly, it was well
past time to introduce these poor, deprived souls to one of the funniest
movies ever made. Like all the best documentaries and mockumentaries –
the majority of which seem to spring from the mind of Christopher Guest
– Spinal Tap toes the line between poking fun at its subject,
exposing its many faults and excesses, and having a genuine affection
for it. The music – written by actors Guest, McKean and Shearer– is
awful, but so cleverly, consciously bad that you can’t help but
adore it (as I write now, the chorus "Big bottom/ Going out of my
mind/ how can I leave this behi-i-i-i-ind" plays on repeat in my
head, and I'm smiling like an idiot). Though Spinal Tap would be
every bit as amusing if it were about a real band, the knowledge that it’s
actually an elaborate sham, and the acting completely improvised,
certainly adds to the impressive factor. There are some who will claim
that this rockumentary’s appeal is dated, its dead-on satire of
70s/80s heavy metal bands too stuck in that unfortunate era. This, of
course, is complete nonsense – the inherent humor in dumb rock stars
with delusions of grandeur is timeless. Spinal Tap is a movie you
have to see repeatedly if only because it's so jam-packed with hilarious
lines that first-time around, you're sure to miss many of the funniest
lines when they're drowned out by the din of your own laughter.
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