zero-signal besides it's claim to be a punk documentary, Allin himself and this film shows how the system confuse minds of human beings. it hypnotizes you so secretly that by inserting a banana up to your a**, you think you are out of it. you eat your s**t and run naked through streets and this means you don't recognize the system, you -think- do whatever you want. but in the other hand, he paid for his whiskey or the woman who gave him a golden shower, signed a petition for admitting -and understanding- the rules of an university and deal with a record company...if you are looking for a music documentary just pick, "the filthy and fury" or "end of the century". this one is pretty funny and confused.

Dr Jacques COULARDEAU "The human is just another animal who is able to speak out freely, to express himself clearly." And that is just what G.G. Allin's problem is. He does not try to express himself with words like any animal who can speak would do, or to express himself clearly like any human with some sense would do. He uses nearly exclusively body language and in that body language only one side of the picture, the gross and the gore, the dirty and the bloody. Punk they say? Punk they have the right to say. But G.G. Allin demonstrates if it is necessary to do so that he, as a punk rocker with a death wish, is an exhibitionist, an aggressive and violent person, a literal s***t-eater, a true p***s-drinker and a self p***e-taster. So what! So nothing. So not much. The death wish is no longer only a death wish in him. It is also a death instinct because he not only wishes death but he is cruelly violent against other people. If he really believes a body is a rock and roll temple, his vision of the temple is particularly dilapidated. It is Stonehenge after a gang of looters armed with twenty bulldozers have been on the site for a fortnight. Look at his temple, at his body: out of shape due to no exercise, extreme alcoholism, drug addiction of all types and kinds, not to speak of his idea that the body is like paper, to be scribbled on I guess. There is no explanation in this very superficial film. And there is no real presentation of his music. It is more some kind of self-satisfying review of this annihilating and nihilistic anti-art attitude on what is not even a stage, but just a piece of floor in some kind of back room. Punk for sure but without the music or without the political anarchism. Just some scatological provocation as if a provocation was enough to be considered as art in the simple fact that it is a provocation or as politics in the simple fact that is outside all norms. Too bad, and what's more he did not even hold his promise to commit suicide on stage. He simply died of an overdose. What a flop! What a let down! An artist should be able to hold his promises.Dr Jacques COULARDEAU, University Paris Dauphine, University Paris 1 Pantheon Sorbonne & University Versailles Saint Quentin en Yvelines

tonymurphylee Todd Phillips directed this documentary about the infamous punk rock singer, GG Allin. GG Allin was infamous for giving concert goers more than they bargained for in his shows. People who were unfortunate enough to go to one of his shows were usually treated to a music set piece for about 20 to 45 minutes, and then all hell would break lose and GG Allin would then go around attacking audience members, raping women, defecating on stage and then throwing, mutilating himself with weird and sharp objects, and stripping naked and putting all sorts of different things into his anus. There would usually be semi-close riots and chaos, with a lot of people leaving within seconds, and the shows would end in a mess of blood and feces, with GG Allin usually getting arrested. GG Allin had a concert one day that GG Allin had threatened to kill himself on stage during. On the actual day of the concert, GG Allin ended up almost getting arrested by the cops when a riot broke out at the concert, the wide spread confusion was put aside by GG Allin, who ran naked through the streets of New York at twilight. He took shelter at a friend's apartment and overdosed on heroin. He died, and was buried in Littleton, New Hampshire, which is around 80 miles away from my house. This concert has been generously recorded and transfered to this DVD as a bonus feature. This documentary mostly explores the last tour that he was involved with with his then ban, The Murder Junkies, but the documentary also is about some of his friends and his excesses that usually came with his musical numbers. His concerts are truly a sight to behold. These concerts consist of a true form of chaos that people usually only imagine when listening to songs. What amazes me about GG Allin is that he was able to channel this chaos from his music into a reality. With his acts of mutilation, anal penetration, feces throwing, and his random outbursts of violence, GG Allin has been able to transfer all the insufferable confusions that we have as teenagers, and express them into totally outrageous facades and events. This documentary is not only able to show us these quirks, including one deeply memorable sequence that occurs on his birthday which has also been "generously" included on this documentary, but it is able to give us a kind of music icon that could probably never be translated into a modern day mainstream punk rock band. What the film also is able to give us at the same time is a question that all fan boys of punk rock should ask themselves. Is this what punk rock has come to? Where is the talent? Where is the musical genius that speaks to us? This film is able to show us that all of our expectations of rock and punk rock can be sworn on in new music that will never have half the guts that GG Allin had. I highly recommend this amazing and well crafted documentary, if that means anything to you...

ectoplasmicspace I mean, really? I was reading the GG Allin website, and apparently... another 60 minutes of "Hated" remain to be seen on the 120 minute DVD release of it! So guess what I'm ordering!!!I thought this was one of the best documentaries I have ever watched. It was unbiased... thats what made it good. The filmaker didn't portray GG as a saint... you were either going to be repulsed or fascinated. I was fascinated, because POOP doesn't gross me out! :) If anyone has ever changed a baby diaper, or wiped their own butt for christ's sakes... they shouldn't be above watching GG! If they can't handle the bloodshed or the language... then that's their toughluck!As far as GG's music... I always liked it. Its hysterical! Anyone who writes anything that vulgar & obnoxious ... and is actually poetic about it (despite the content) actually had a gift! It may have been in the field of Certified Scatology... but who cares... it's GG! May he RIP!Todd Phillips I heard was working on the Phish documentary, because they were so impressed by the GG Allin one, and they being fellow Vermont natives, were GG fans. They called up Todd for assistance.