Even though he hasn’t directed a narrative film before this
point (and no, the extended improv skit that is Bad Grandpa doesn’t count),
Jeff Tremaine seems the ideal pick for a rock star biopic like this. At the
forefront of one of MTV’s last truly iconic pillars with the Jackass franchise,
the man knows his gratuitous excess, a phrase that fits the wildness of Mötley
Crüe to a T. Especially considering how well the Jackass films did with
marrying soundtrack and visuals, putting heavy rock guitars against each grand
display of masochistic machismo. And while that certainly fits here to an
extent, the growing pains of Tremaine working in this format show through a
little too clearly.
