Genre: Punk Rock
Size: 700 MB
Hayatımda bu kadar marjinal bir insan evladı görmedim.Ben Punkım diyen bir de bu herfi görsün sonra düşünsün kendini.Sahnede sıçan, bokunu yüzüne süren, seyirciyle ağız burun kavga eden, sahnede kendini kesen,sahneye anadan doğma çıkan…..Ne arasan var bu pislikte.Zaten sonuda Rock Starlara yakışır şekilde aşrı dozdan oluyo.Tamam adam doğru iz üstünde demiyom ama.Neden böyle olunurunda sorgulanması için izlenmeli bence.
Documentary about notorious Murder Junkies lead singer GG Allin.
Filmed just before his death by heroin overdose, this profile of GG Allin is a graphic depiction of the shocking punk performer.
The events documented in this flick are seriously deranged too. GG gives a spoken word performance at a university, emphasising his dissatisfaction with the system by shoving a peeled banana up his arse before throwing chairs at shocked students. They should think themselves lucky; archive footage of a similar performance a few years earlier depicts him slicing himself to pieces with a squashed beer can before beating a girl to a pulp because she didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. On his birthday he recieves a golden shower from a chick who’s apparently “an especially frisky type”, causing him to vomit all over himself. GG’s former guitarist Chicken John beats himself up on camera to prove how hard he his, worrying when he realises he’s bust his lip. John Wayne Gacy provides a sentimental quote for the film’s opening. All of this is interspersed with scenes of GG himself lying on a piss-ridden mattress gibbering at the walls and spewing out endless narcotic-fuelled tirades about how much he hates society and how much society really needs someone like him.
Just after this movie was finished, GG died of a heroin overdose after yet another disasterous performance. His funeral is used as an end piece for the film. It is a truly tragic ending for the rocker who always wanted to die on stage, taking as much of the audience with him as he could. Hated is a fine testament to GG, the man who was a nice boy until his brother spiked his Dunkin Donut with an acid-tab. If you don’t like the music then just turn the sound down, put the radio on and try to imagine what Robbie Williams would look like relieving himself on camera.