Heavy Metal Parking Lot

Wouldn't be nearly as bad if the message was just "lol @ poor people with funny hair", because at least then it would be honest. Instead this feels more like the work of some smug, self-styled cultural anthropologist, paying a sort of fawning and condescending reverence to these "fascinating subjects."

So you film a bunch of drunk kids at a concert doing nothing particularly interesting and it's somehow an anthropological hidden gem?

Mercifully short at 15 minutes, but still twice as long as it should be, the entirety of this "documentary" is drunken young adults yelling "Metal Rules!" and "Priest Rocks!" and combinations thereof. How much of this amuses depends on how much of an even more one-note Beavis and Butthead episode you can stomach.

Great time capsule that'll only improve with age.

This movie in text: JUDas PREirst!!!!!!!! I saW MEtaklilca lASt WEek here.

It's fine for what it is, but I'm sure MTV has years upon years of footage just like this.

A curious quasi-'anthropological' document about a faded world of metal fandom, when the style was at the peak of its popularity. As a metal fan for decades, what stands out now is how it captures a time when the genre appealed more to the working class and the fans embraced it unironically, without distance, before its traditional forms fell by the wayside and the style became increasingly fragmented, spiraling in a million different directions. Innocence lost.

I think this is anthropological fucking AWESOMENESS, and particularly as time goes on. Good that it didn't go on any longer than it did. (the movie, that is, not time)

anthropological value?

Wow. Not exactly a great documentary, but it sure as hell took me back. I saw Priest back in the day - looking and acting like these kids - and then I saw them again a few years ago with a couple of my friends from back then. Very different experience.