A documentary about the inimitable Lemmy Kilmister, who was Motörhead’s only constant member. It shows him giving radio interviews, supping beverages at home and on the road, with some live performances thrown in to keep the pace going, although it's still perhaps a little too long and there's a fair amount of footage that feels either wasteful or surplus to requirements.
It seems to be a universal truth that pointing a movie camera at some ardent music fans for a documentary often results in idiotic tendencies, and that's no exception here, but those moments aside it does an okay job at capturing a less publicised view of its main subject. I used to joke that if whisky had a voice, then it'd sound like Lemmy. I believe that even more now.
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