The Filth and the Fury

A warm, ragged campfire gathering of voices and archive footage that makes you feel the pull of a vanished frontman.

A raw, scrappy snapshot of youth subculture, more interesting as a time capsule than as a polished film.

A warm, rambling hangout with a wild frontman, full of scrappy archival clips and wry anecdotes that make you feel the noise and the friendship.

Raw, confrontational time capsule of a volatile subculture, equal parts exhilarating and unsettling.

A loud, scruffy love letter to a scene, bouncing between sweaty club gigs and candid talking heads with infectious energy.

A reverent, clip-heavy stroll through punk history that rewards fans with archival footage but feels like a straightforward DVD extra.

A warm, ramshackle portrait that drifts between memory, music and animation, feeling like a boozy, affectionate wake for a wayward poet.

A lively, scrapbook-like dive into a rebellious music scene, mixing raw archival footage with candid interviews for an energetic, nostalgic ride.

A rousing, candid look at brotherhood and rock stardom, mixing backstage intimacy with stadium-sized catharsis.

A long, absorbing immersion in a grimy, thrilling creative scene, powered by great music and firsthand voices.

A lively, affectionate dive into rock history, full of chaotic energy and nostalgic charm, yet tinged with melancholy.

A warm, scrappy underdog story that pulses with punk energy and bittersweet nostalgia, making you want to start a band or at least visit a record shop.