Anything That Claims To Be Hardcore =/= Hardcore.

It's a well known fact. Acknowledgement of hardcore definately leads to a defiancy of hardcore, until so many people are claiming not to be hardcore to achieve hardcore status that not being hardcore becomes the new hardcore. And so continues The Circle of No Life.
When a mass population of teen rebels that were teen rebels before it was cool to be teen rebels named a genre of a new invented breed of punk-style music Hardcore, it shifted into motion a new order of what it meant to be hardcore. Suddenly, everyone knew what hardcore was. Parents and churches shuddered at the sights and sounds, but American youth absorbed every bead of sweat dripping from every emaciated creep dressed in cargo parachute pants, thigh high socks, baseball sneakers and nothing else.
In other words, Hardcore concerts were very hardcore. Or not hardcore, as the case may be. One's things for certain, they would have been the smelliest concerts since Woodstock.

American Hardcore is a punchy, upbeat, stylish documentary about the phenomenon of Hardcore music. For those of you are are too square to know what type of music that is, it's basically the same music you hear on the radio every day, only it carries less of a tune and it's sung by people you've never heard of.
And I wonder why. Only in Hardcore music can you get away with the band name: FARTZ. Is that not the stoopidest thing you ever heard? FARTZ. Not soon forgotten.
But those American teens seemed to find no problems with it, and with youth's power, and their power alone, not only FARTZ, not only the 25 other crappily named bands, but the whole genre in general catapulted to great fame. Which in the Hardcore universe means, it sold out. Thus, it died. And all the Western world got out of it was the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. What a waste of precious adolescence.

Meanwhile, the movie looks boring. It's old men talking about how the 80s was the greatest decade since 0-10BC and how they are still hardcore. No, not with all that excess skin dropping from your arms whenever you lift them to do some 'rad' trademark pose.
The fucking least these scraggly old fartz can do is sit back in their chairs, look directly at the camera and say "Yeah, we sucked. We sucked big time. Not for a second did we think we were any good."
Middle-aged rockers. If you don't have honesty... then what DO you have!?

Before I go - the next time you see a 40 year old paraplegic begging for euthanasia and you think about fighting for his right to end his life of misery and torture, save your efforts and think of this picture:

Long live the Hardcore!

American Hardcore - Sony Pictures Classics
Anticipation Level: Low.
Look out for: All the crazy and humorous names of bands and people. 'Fat Howard' Saunders. Gang Green. And Flea! That's honestly one of the best names ever. Why are there not so many people named Flea? I'm serious, I think that could really catch on. No really, I'm serious, I'm not fucking kidding.
US Release date: Last week, 22nd September, 2006.
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