I love this movie
Added 3/7/2009
Like the title of this review says. This is a movie that deserves an audience. Buy it. Watch it. You'll want to watch it again. You'll want to make your friends watch it.
Kim Fowley is hilarious.
It would have been nice if extended concert clips had been included with the DVD extras.
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Alchemy tries to get something from another thing, magic tries to get something from nothing. These ideas stuck in my mind watching The Mayor Of Sunset Strip- a documentary about a cipher of a man named Rodney Bingenheimer, and his coterie of even less significant hangers-on. Rodney's a famed DJ at Los Angeles radio station KROQ, credited with discovering acts such as Blondie, No Doubt, and Coldplay. However, he seems a dinosaur in his field, reduced to just one two-three hour gig on early Sunday mornings.
The film tries to convince us of Rodney's significance to rock music the last four decades. This significance rests upon his DJing, and Zeligian ability to brown-nose celebrities. He started off as a stand in for The Monkees' Davy Jones, wrote music articles, owned a hip LA disco, and then got his radio gig. After that, it seems life started eroding. Rodney's become rock's Andy Warhol, with the same fey, blank demeanor. The difference is those who knew Warhol knew it was all an act for the media. With Rodney Bingenheimer, what you see is what you don't get. Pushing 60, Rodney's life is a mess- he lives in a dingy apartment, laced with memorabilia from celebrities such as Brooke Shields, Cher, and many others, yet his life is pitiable. He's lonely, stuck on a woman at least twenty years his junior, who feels nothing but disdain for Rodney- a point hammered home in an especially cruel scene where Rodney and she, on a bed, talk of their feelings for each other. He would marry her in an instant, yet he's only a `friend'. That a fiftysomething wilts into this junior high sort of puppy love speaks volumes for Rodney.
Rodney's lone uniquity seems to be that his cipher makes him a fawning funhouse mirror to insecure celebrities- whose gravitation towards him is perfectly understandable. Yet, with all these pals, why is Rodney so poor off? Because his lone ambition is to be an acolyte, to hang out with celebrities. Yet, we know all this in five minutes. Was it really necessary to devote a whole film to this man? The film isn't bad, but its best reason for existence is as a true life Spinal Tap.
The film's commentary track by Carter and Rodney adds nothing. Rodney rambles mealy-mouthed about who such and such celebrity is, while Carter seems awestruck by it all. The track by Hickenlooper at least gives some insight into the film- but not Rodney. Outtakes and extra interviews are standard. Towards the end of the film Rodney travels to England to dump his dead mother's ashes into the ocean and there's an almost pornographic revelry in Rodney's and the film's delight in showing how hurt, bereft, and clueless Rodney is. It's as if the ashes were his last connection to a flesh and blood reality disconnected to celebrity. By showing it, Rodney shows how desperate he is to be known just to be known. The problem is the scene is overkill. We know Rodney's pathetic. While the film is finely made there's nothing within. It can be claimed that the film was a perfect cinematic recapitulation of its subject, and the argument has merit. Yet, this is the rare work of art I view against the prism of what it could have been, not what it is. It's unfair, and hypocritical, but to not acknowledge that would be worse. If I didn't I'd be Rodney- poor, lonely, pathetic Rodney. My quease is its triumph- ah, magic!
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Lost soul in Hollywood, so what else is new?
Added 2/16/2007
It was interesting that this movie depicted a vicious argument between its own producer and the subject of the film (Rodney Bingenheimerheimenschmitt). Are these guys mired in a pit of self-referentialism and petty comeuppance as they both try to claw their way out of the quicksand of nothingness and not-getting-noticed-ness? Pathetic. Actually, if the movie is true to its subject, I felt sorry for Rodney, but not because he failed to become famous or extraordinarily rich by his grab for fame (his music club did make a dollar here and there on the more talented). I was saddened to see that he was so self-deluded in the more personal aspects of his life, such as his unrequited love for a lowly woman who was a pathetic nobody and had another boyfriend, his detachment from his estranged family, and his longing for acceptance by a fame-obsessed, autograph-seeking mother. A great analysis of a lost soul, and an important message for today's youth.
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He's so boring
Added 8/24/2006
me and my best friend ashley watched this over a year ago and we were bored to tears. Its not that the film is made bad its just that the subject Mr. B is soooooooo boring. I could not imagine what all these rock stars loved about him and why they wanted to hang with him other than getting their songs on the radio.
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Rodney, Rodney..
Added 6/7/2006
Wonderful feel to this accurate Bio-Documentary. Rare accurate look into LA music scene.
Most Uber-Hipsters knew Rodney who still lives in a world of a 16 year old fan.
Warholian Rodney can still get away with wearing skin tight pants at (cough) years old where others can't.
He's the real deal. To anyone who makes fun of him I say this: Rodney had all the girls and you didn't. heh
Very gracious of Bowie to talk about RB being his intro to LA and responsible for all early airplay of his demo tapes.
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I love this movie
Added 3/7/2009
Like the title of this review says. This is a movie that deserves an audience. Buy it. Watch it. You'll want to watch it again. You'll want to make your friends watch it.
Kim Fowley is hilarious.
It would have been nice if extended concert clips had been included with the DVD extras.
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Alchemy tries to get something from another thing, magic tries to get something from nothing. These ideas stuck in my mind watching The Mayor Of Sunset Strip- a documentary about a cipher of a man named Rodney Bingenheimer, and his coterie of even less significant hangers-on. Rodney's a famed DJ at Los Angeles radio station KROQ, credited with discovering acts such as Blondie, No Doubt, and Coldplay. However, he seems a dinosaur in his field, reduced to just one two-three hour gig on early Sunday mornings.
The film tries to convince us of Rodney's significance to rock music the last four decades. This significance rests upon his DJing, and Zeligian ability to brown-nose celebrities. He started off as a stand in for The Monkees' Davy Jones, wrote music articles, owned a hip LA disco, and then got his radio gig. After that, it seems life started eroding. Rodney's become rock's Andy Warhol, with the same fey, blank demeanor. The difference is those who knew Warhol knew it was all an act for the media. With Rodney Bingenheimer, what you see is what you don't get. Pushing 60, Rodney's life is a mess- he lives in a dingy apartment, laced with memorabilia from celebrities such as Brooke Shields, Cher, and many others, yet his life is pitiable. He's lonely, stuck on a woman at least twenty years his junior, who feels nothing but disdain for Rodney- a point hammered home in an especially cruel scene where Rodney and she, on a bed, talk of their feelings for each other. He would marry her in an instant, yet he's only a `friend'. That a fiftysomething wilts into this junior high sort of puppy love speaks volumes for Rodney.
Rodney's lone uniquity seems to be that his cipher makes him a fawning funhouse mirror to insecure celebrities- whose gravitation towards him is perfectly understandable. Yet, with all these pals, why is Rodney so poor off? Because his lone ambition is to be an acolyte, to hang out with celebrities. Yet, we know all this in five minutes. Was it really necessary to devote a whole film to this man? The film isn't bad, but its best reason for existence is as a true life Spinal Tap.
The film's commentary track by Carter and Rodney adds nothing. Rodney rambles mealy-mouthed about who such and such celebrity is, while Carter seems awestruck by it all. The track by Hickenlooper at least gives some insight into the film- but not Rodney. Outtakes and extra interviews are standard. Towards the end of the film Rodney travels to England to dump his dead mother's ashes into the ocean and there's an almost pornographic revelry in Rodney's and the film's delight in showing how hurt, bereft, and clueless Rodney is. It's as if the ashes were his last connection to a flesh and blood reality disconnected to celebrity. By showing it, Rodney shows how desperate he is to be known just to be known. The problem is the scene is overkill. We know Rodney's pathetic. While the film is finely made there's nothing within. It can be claimed that the film was a perfect cinematic recapitulation of its subject, and the argument has merit. Yet, this is the rare work of art I view against the prism of what it could have been, not what it is. It's unfair, and hypocritical, but to not acknowledge that would be worse. If I didn't I'd be Rodney- poor, lonely, pathetic Rodney. My quease is its triumph- ah, magic!
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Lost soul in Hollywood, so what else is new?
Added 2/16/2007
It was interesting that this movie depicted a vicious argument between its own producer and the subject of the film (Rodney Bingenheimerheimenschmitt). Are these guys mired in a pit of self-referentialism and petty comeuppance as they both try to claw their way out of the quicksand of nothingness and not-getting-noticed-ness? Pathetic. Actually, if the movie is true to its subject, I felt sorry for Rodney, but not because he failed to become famous or extraordinarily rich by his grab for fame (his music club did make a dollar here and there on the more talented). I was saddened to see that he was so self-deluded in the more personal aspects of his life, such as his unrequited love for a lowly woman who was a pathetic nobody and had another boyfriend, his detachment from his estranged family, and his longing for acceptance by a fame-obsessed, autograph-seeking mother. A great analysis of a lost soul, and an important message for today's youth.
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