Watched this film today. It's pretty damned entertaining--in a "Faces of Death" way. All the Dandy Warhols members who don't have breasts are boring to watch. But the BJM's Anton Newcombe's heroin & schizo-addled behavior totally gives one the feeling of what it must have been like to be a fly on the wall for the emotional/mental breakdowns of Skip Spence, Roky Erikson, Sky Saxon and other musically visionary drug casualties. In closing, I would never give Anton Newcombe holier-than-thou advice on his druggie lifestyle. However I would advise Anton to move out of the state that made three-strike laws famous.
