SLC Punk was a horrible movie. I felt it a fake Hollywood stylized punk film the way Gleaming the Cube was a skateboard movie. I saw it when it came out in in Sacramento, I had won tickets, and felt I still wanted money back after watching it. If not money, then the travel time and overall time it took from my life watching that piece of shit film. That movie in no way represented punk, punk rock, or punk ideology. It was a crap independent film trying to get a cult following for the blossoming Hot Topic-esque consumer set.
I won't even go into the mentioning of Quentin Tarentino and my 2¢.
"SLC Punk", for me, it was more about growing up and stating the obvious bullshit that young people still deal with (fuck'n Utah man). Yes, punk rock might be poorly represented to the point where you could replace it's elements with Working Class Skinheads, the Seattle Grunge Movement, or Post Modern Fucking Hippies.
And despite it may have been Hollywood-ized, I met enough X-Punks who say it happened.
But like regular people (and more importantly people who want to be the cinema elite) probably didn't know two shits about any real movement, and mid 80's punk (especially in my case) was an unknown. I now know if I want to study punk or understand it, watch IFC's documentary on it, Henry's show ("The Henry Rollins's"), or "American Hardcore".
Two of these things would not have been considered relevant if it wasn't for SLC Punk. You can either say, "Youth Culture killed your scene," or "at least it's being remembered."
And remember that, the point of the blog was that I got to rewatch it to actually call it a good film or just fun shit for me to quote.
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