No other scene has been more maligned than punk rock. Proof that Hollywood (save for Alex Cox and Penelope Spheeris) couldn’t accurately depict punks. What they listened to, how they dressed, what they stood for. Nic is doing his best and he’s really the only reason to watch this. But goddamnit I just want to shake the filmmakers and say “the Plimsouls aren’t punk rock, Modern English isn’t punk rock.”
God I sound like an angry old man shaking my cane.
Whatever. Soundtrack sucks. Randy and Fred’s wardrobe sucks. I really liked the red jumpsuit Julie’s friend was wearing at the beginning party.