Mullets Rule, OK   on September 14, 2005 - 9:37 AM PDT   of Ziggy Stardust & the Spiders from Mars (1983) 1 out of 2 members found this review helpful   Some people need to quit their kabbitzen, go plug in the big speakers, and tweak the EQ. Then they need to go get some amyls and marching powder, then get ready to rawk, glitter style!

Icky Icky Rockstars   on July 24, 2005 - 6:58 AM PDT   of Dig! (2003) 4 out of 6 members found this review helpful   The dual protagonists of this high comedy project ego-mania like skunks shoot stink (or shall we call it self-esteem?) Courtney Taylor's and the rest of his Warhols have self-esteem in spades, according to this doc. Anton Newcomb and the BJM, however, are presented to the viewer behind a veneer of heroin ghosts and vicious backbiting, all the while appearing to be the addled pseudo-cult they wish they were. Their pal, Ondi, seems to have captured it all on film and has inflated the juicy bits into a fun blender of rage and smog coloured rainbows. This Ondi-person, did her job as director very well, but her superior attitude to her friends, Anton and BJM, who allowed her to chronicle their broken but hyper-talented lives (for the most part) for years does not pay much respect, except to the Warhols. Although initially almost as engaging if somewhat derivative, Courtney's smiley-face nihilists seemed to have earned it because they could be shaped into a mass-market friendly package, thus making lots of do-re-mi. Because Mr. Big Rockstar narates, and not the rival(?) band, they are supposed to be validated in the eyes of the viewer. And the "crazy Junkie" band is expected to be high tragedy for all their talent squandered. Hogwash! The music is great, too. I even dig the Dandy Warhols performances; esspessially the topless keyboardist. Yum!