A fascinating portrait of an artist tipping over into decadence and insanity. Hopper's lifestyle seems to consist of a non-stop merry-go-round of drugs, drink and groupies. The psychological toll that this endless party would have on him would become quite evident in the years to come. Yet, he has moments of drug-addled absolute honesty and introspection. A kid running rampant in a candy store easily gets sick.
Ever wondered how it was to live during the (great) hippie period? Well, wonder no more, because you can get a taste from this documentary. It does not make Dennis Hopper easier to understand, but that was not even the purpose. Although it does not make the purpose of the documentary easier to understand either. Summum sumorum, this is a 1 hour 20 mins long movie about Hopper and his ramblings about making movies.
Interesting insight into the atmosphere of the early 70's, it's Dennis Hopper's snapshot of that time. Actually, it feels more like a page out of a diary than a "document". Pretentious at times, then honest and personal, just like most of us - and that's what makes it so true for me. It's greatest strength is also it's shortcoming: it's Dennis Hopper's film about Dennis Hopper. Great music.
Dennis Hopper est vrai dans ce documentaire. C'est un moderne, qui ne s'embarrasse pas de lecture, d'héritage, et qui considère qu'il lui suffit d'observer et de chercher à comprendre par soi-même pour se construire et construire une oeuvre. Quelle foi et quelle confiance en soi ! Et de fait, il en impose, cet hédoniste, cet américain, qui a bien les pieds sur terre, malgré le titre, la bière et la marijuana !
Si le film semble synthétiser parfaitement une certaine imagerie des années 70 aux Etats-Unis, il n'apprend cependant pas grand chose, si ce n'est que Dennis Hopper était un insupportable relou, conscient de son charisme et de son statut de star, enchaînant des réflexions ridicules et pseudo-philosophiques pour baiser des meufs complètement high. Quelques scènes surnagent cependant dans ce documentaire trop long.
Showing more of the time period or this glass bubble within time when many things were possible or thought to be possible. The film present more of what could have been but was going to fall and the artist stuck between his philosophies that would change but is being influenced by the success of Easy Rider. It's a small telescope into the past in a specific time.
I don't think you can fault the filmmakers for the tiresome result of their efforts. Great actor, but 35 year old Hopper just isn't that interesting of a personality off screen. His indignation is casual and he doesn't have anything particularly compelling to say. Put someone else in Hopper's place and the scenes with the girls could have been explosive. As it is, there really isn't any point to any of it.
Hi marks, not because the film is a pleasant trip but because it fulfils its contract. The character here observed is deeply unpleasant, anti intellectual, abusing his position of fame/power and in many other ways unpleasant. There are a few relevant bits on cinema, and a lot of chatter about his arse, the fact that he self identifies as a womanizing lesbian and in general his very hazy views on the world.
the documentary about an asshole who got high, made movie, had a lot of sex, fooled around guns just for fun and mumbled his own self-important philosophy. it is too self-indulgent and confusing but not so substantial, so really "the american dreamer" at its best (i guess?).
Hilarious precursor to 'I'm Still Here', yet scarily this isn't a joke. It seems my appreciation of Hopper as an artist is inversely related to his value of himself as an artist, which makes for entertaining viewing. Esp. when the filmmakers are in on the joke and edit Hopper's non-sequitur's into isolation to make him sound even more ridiculous. Captures the fallen dream of hippy idealism succinctly .
Less a documentary about Dennis Hopper and more a documentary for Dennis Hopper. Though enlightening in its portrayal of the artist 60's America could make, this film fails in its inability to distance itself from the ego of its subject. The stripped-down style of the documentary--mundanities spliced with Hopper's pseudo-intellectual misogynist monologues--honors Hopper's self-importance rather than observes it.