Hendrix

I thought there was no way Stain could be right and no, there is no actual Hendrix music in this. But what it lacks in that, it at least makes up for in Pennebakery b&w inserts that make you want to stick your plastered master in a Peavey, so. Harris's ill-advised vocal affect makes him sound more like Michael Jackson (or Woody Allen) but I doubt anything better could have overcome the party store wigs. And I hate to be that guy, but the lacy red thongs don't seem period-accurate...

A standard biopic... but a standard biopic with a lot of Hendrix music, which makes it more than OK automatically