According to sources close to Sid at the time, this shit-fest is almost 100% fictionalised. You could argue that the five minutes of absolute genius director Alex Cox gives us is a stylised metaphorical narrative on the brief life of punk; or perhaps it’s a commentary on the fictions that surrounded Vicious at the time using a similarly styled methodology? I considered that and then decided it didn't really matter. It’s still a fucking train wreck of a film with bad acting, bad storytelling and the most hateful female protagonist ever.
1 dead groupie out of 5
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“Where we’re going, we don’t need ________”
A) Mom’s permission. B) Roads. C) Pants.