There is a point about halfway through the documentary, Anvil: The Story of Anvil, where all of the dreams I have ever had of becoming a rock star just seem to vanish in a “poof”-like moment. It’s when the club owner of an unnamed Prague nightclub is shaking his head in disgust as a lady tries to guide the band, hopelessly lost in the strangely named streets of this town, into the vicinity of the club over the phone. It’s the simplest depiction of the reality of being in a rock band. Twenty-two hours of hell for two hours of bliss.
As a movie, Anvil: The Story of Anvil is loads of fun. I’m sure it has been written a million times already but it truly is the real life Spinal Tap. It would be the perfect movie for the whole family if it wasn’t for the language and, ahem, Anvil’s use of stage props at the beginning of the movie. The rest is a testament to the impact and influence that music has on so many lives. In this case, the biggest impact is on Anvil’s Steve “Lips” Kudlow and Rob Reiner, two 50-something-almost-made-it-in-the-80’s musicians that never stopped chasing their dream.
The first 1/3 of the movie, I found myself not knowing if I should pity them or laugh at them (so I did both); however, by the time the credits rolled I was rooting for them and could hardly wait to get to a computer and check out their web site. Well, I still haven’t been to their web site. I decided to write a review instead.
Put the kids to bed and prepare to rock out. Put on Anvil: The Story of Anvil and turn it up to 11.