Some Kind of Monster

I recall hearing something back when this documentary came out that you didn't have to be a fan of Metallica to appreciate the movie. Well I'm here to tell you that is completely WRONG. I loathe Metallica. In my opinion they are completely overrated and James Hetfield just cannot fucking sing. My love of documentary film forced me to give this one a chance despite my better judgement and I was greatly disappointed. I gained no insight at all into who these idiots are or whether or not they even like each other. Or if they ever did? Let me back up in case you are not aware of what this film is about.

So Metallica is falling apart, the bass player quits and they are considering making another record (the why is never really explained, as it's clear that no one is begging for a new record and at this point I think record sales of St. Anger proved that.) however, the guys aren't getting along. So they hire this performance coach/therapist to join their little fold and help them sort out their problems as a band. 2 and 1/2 hours later I guess all is well in metal land and the new record comes out. The therapy scenes don't reveal much at all about the relationships that these clowns have with each other or with their families. It's a lot of boring scenes of sitting around making music that sucks and bitching at each other like bandmates do. Aside from seeing Lars Ulrich's Dad who is cool as hell looking and watching Dave Mustaine cry about being kicked out of the band like 18 years ago, their isn't much meat on this bone.

My favorite scene was the initial interview with the bass player that quit the band, Jason Newstead. Essentially when the idea was brought up about needing a therapist to sort out the band's issues, Newstead says "I thought that this is really fucking lame!" I couldn't agree more.