This received an 89% on Rottentomatoes. I can’t imagine why, unless the answer can be found in the desire for heartfelt tributes to other trivialities, like Luke Perry. Or Silly String.
The film is mundane, there is nothing new to learn (“oh look, Andy Warhol . . .oh look, Truman Capote”), and ultimately, the story of a disco nightclub open for less than three years can only be so compelling. Of course, when the various interviewees fix the heyday of that nightclub into the fabric of our times and who we are as a people, all the coke, sex and disco balls in the world can’t erase that blot.
I will give it this: I laughed when one of the employees explained that Mick and Keith could get in for free but the rest of the Stones had to pay the cover.
Currently available on Netflix.