Review Date: August 18, 1999
Director: Adam Rifkin
Writer: Carl V. Dupre
Producers: Gene Simmons, Kathleen Haase
And yes, I also loved the filming style of director Adam Rifkin which went way over-the-top but managed to mushroom into a perfect match to the rock music, the "we don't give a fuck" attitude, and all of the wonderfully cartoonish characters. I'll admit that nostalgia surely had a hand to play in my over-exuberance for this movie, and maybe I'm just a sucker for shit, dope and puke jokes, but there was definitely more to this picture than just those simple factors. All of the actors played their parts flawlessly with the mom (Lin Shaye) and pothead friend Trip (James DeBello) standing a little above the rest. The soundtrack was superb, with a constant stream of songs from the 70s bursting through the background. The settings were also ideal, with the little touches certifying much authenticity, and more than anything, the enjoyable, self-mocking style, along with the fun-loving plight of the youngsters, made this movie an all-around good time. Much like a moving comic book.
As you can see, the band KISS is not really a major player in this movie...more like the goal. Now I may be going out on a limb here, but I predict that this film will find its success in the realm of cult film status. Natch.