The comicbook-style presentation is quite annoying since the movie is absolutely not about the history of comicbooks, and the soundtrack before the “punk” bands start to appear in the story are also mostly rock and roll even at the fact that CBGB is actually stood for “Country, BlueGrass, and Blues.”
The scriptwriter’s angle of the early days at the club is composed of a band called Television trying to perform one single song, but cut-off short, three times; once because of minor electrocution and once because the movie simply moves on to the next scene. Then Talking Heads, Blondie, Patti Smith, Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, Ramones, and so on, and so on, are passing through the movie–also lots and lots of Dead Boys–while the legendary Hilly Kristal screws money management, fights debt collectors, fends parking ticket, causes water leaks, and let his dog spreading turds everywhere. It’s so hard to believe that those really are the only few things deemed screen-worthy by the filmmakers from the whole thirty-three years of CBGB’s “mostly true” history.
My Rating: 5/10