CBGB. Randall Miller. 2013. ★★☆☆☆☆
I liked bits of this movie. That era in music was fascinating, but this movie makes bizarre choices. What’s up with using studio versions of the songs the actors are miming to? What’s up with the comic book thing? Why try to fit history like this into a three act structure? Did anybody not have to hide behind the couch during the final scene, just out of embarrassment?
The movie is on the verge of being awful, but I guess it’s just plain bad. Too bad this movie will probably make it impossible to make a proper movie about CBGB.