Previous-school rock music and traditional horror cinema have so much in widespread. They share a lot of their aesthetic, a sure counter-cultural consolation with creating unease, and fairly a little bit of screaming. However the precise crossovers between the 2 artwork types haven’t at all times been profitable, which is why this meta-horror/comedy from Foo Fighters is such a real pleasure.
The set-up could not be easier: the band are below strain to document a brand new album from a laughably nasty label boss (Jeff Garlin). However chief Dave Grohl is uninterested in looking for a brand new sound in the identical previous studios. In order that they rent a mansion final utilized in 1993 by a now-vanished group. Oblivious to, or in Grohl’s case impressed by, its apparent creepiness, they transfer in and begin recording — and issues get gory.
In a really, very bizarre approach, it is finally a love letter from Grohl to his bandmates.
It is largely a one-location movie starring a bunch of non-actors, who present various levels of consolation in entrance of the digital camera. It might so simply have been a catastrophe. However director BJ McDonnell leans into everybody’s strengths, giving the easy-going Grohl most to do as an ego-monster model of himself and plenty of the funniest moments. Then he lets the remaining step by step heat up. Keyboardist Rami Jaffee performs the women’ man, with drummer Taylor Hawkins as, appropriately sufficient, the steadying affect when issues begin to go unsuitable. Rhythm guitarist Pat Smear is stiff at first however ultimately reveals an unguessed-at facility for horror screaming.
There are further layers in right here for Foo followers, however this does not depend on in-jokes and even merely on self-parody for its laughs. At coronary heart it is a bunch of clueless rockers and an egotistical singer going through an evil past their comprehension, and that is a stable horror idea. The sluggish construct of the primary half is probably slightly too sluggish — this is able to be higher at a decent 90 minutes — however that is a minor quibble. In a really, very bizarre approach, it is finally a love letter from Grohl to his bandmates, one written in guts and gore. And what may very well be extra rock ’n’ roll than that?