Here's a documentary of a band I previously only knew by name; apparently the greatest Southern Rock Band ever: Lynard Skynard.
I didn't know about the crash, but this here is the story of it. Of how their plane plummeted, as told by one of *won't spoil how many* survivors: the drummer.
It feels like it might be a bit self-glorified for him, and the early scene of the band trashing a hotel room doesn't really make the band stand out as one of the most 'funny ones' out there to me, but suddenly their comradery's strong, and the lead singer who goes out with his boots on, seems like a much better dude all of a sudden, and it's not over yet.
It doesn't end with the crash. It ends with survival.
They manage to convey the rock and roll lifestyle, the carelessness of the co-pilot, and the way it all went down pretty well but... can't say for certain this is how it really went down. It's a movie after all, and it plays as such. It's a homage maybe more than the whole truth, but I did enjoy it, and knowing that it's based on real events the suspense in the air really is there.
I feel for the band members too.
In a way it feels wrong to see something like this more so for my own entertainment than to mourn their loss. Hopefully any revenue's going to their families, unlike the royalties on their records.
It's an interesting movie too in how it mixes short bits of interview - a more purely documental form - with mainly a filming of the events before, during, and after the crash. It goes together well, but it might've been better to save the interview bits entirely till after the movie.
Let the viewer immerse themselves entirely until then.
Never did know who paid for those hospital bills though... was almost expecting the last bit of the movie to be a court case. it ended in a bad-ass way but things didn't really get closure after all.
rated 3.5/5: not bad at all