This review is a re-post of a Lemmy movie review post at CinemaFunk and FilmJunk.
Every fan has their own ideal set of figures that are seminal to the foundations of heavy metal and Lemmy Kilmister has always been a part of that set. As the new decade has rolled over, Lemmy, at 65, has a career spanning six decades, with no sign of slowing down or changing a damn thing. Lemmy examines Lemmy’s career, lifestyle and impact on Western music, much of which should impress a fan of any sub-genre of rock.
Without a direct chronological narrative, Lemmy, produced and directed by Greg Olliver and Wes Orshoski, reveals Lemmy’s live and let live ideology even into his mid-60s. He plays video games, in his house, on his phone, in bars. His home is filled with trash, memorabilia (both Motörhead and World War II), and his proudest, most valuable possession, his son. As Henry Rollins explains, Lemmy grew up in a time before rock n’ roll; cut his teeth on Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis, was a roadie for Hendrix, and has his own place in rock n’ roll history with The Rockin’ Vickers and Hawkwind long, long before Motörhead.