Cinematical reported yesterday that screenwriter David Benioff is going to pen up a story about everyone’s favorite shotgun victim, Kurt Cobain. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Nirvana when he was alive and they were still making music. Now, every time I hear them on the radio, I change the channel. I guess you could say I am a bit Nirvana’d out.
With that said though, Benioff has a penned one of Spike Lee’s best films, The 25th Hour. It was one of the first real Hollywood films to focus on a group of characters living in post-9/11 New York City. Some of the clean up footage during the film is truly harrowing.
But then Benioff wrote that Wolfgang Peterson monstrosity called Troy. Man, did that movie hurt my anus. What will this Kurt Cobain adventure bring us? Even better, who cares anymore? Guy wrote sangs, made money, fucked Courtney Love, did heroin, shot himself. Not too much of a character to tackle.
Pictures of Doom! 
a purist might argue “allegedly shot himself.”
Was Kurt Cobain a member of Gen-X? The Singles and Reality Bites crowd? When Nirvana and the rest of the Pacific Northwest music swept across the nation, who found themselves stumbling towards ecstasy to buy their albums & go to concerts? High school kids? College kids? Post-grads?
It’s been a decade or so since his demise. Let’s pretend that the folks who wanted to make a proper, non-sleazy biopic had to wait this long before A. they were adequately inspired to conceive anything marketable or filmable B. they could find any industrial or artistic support C. both.
VH1’s Behind the Music was too tabloid journalism. Making a biopic any earlier (as in the 20th Century, before the Ipod was born, before the cultural landscape altered too much) might not have been allowed because of any legal issue surrounding his death.
I never liked Nirvana…until they put out the MTV Unplugged album. I heard their version of “The Man Who Sold the World” and something clicked.
I want to know, but I don’t want to know: how did watching Troy hurt your anus? I love the way you phrased is – so beautifully, but still . . . it’s been haunting me all night.
Pugs: Yeah, I saw that Kurt and Courtney doc sometime in the 90s. I guess it may indeed be a mystery as to what happens, but I have to say, I just don’t care. And I can’t imagine any one else really caring anymore either.
Abarclay: Troy was what, 23 hours long? Guys climbing up a hill, then back down, then back up, then back down, then back up, etc. Next thing I know, my anus was in pain. So I’ll never watch that movie ever again.
Whether or not Kurt was murdered or self-terminated wouldn’t likely be the cornerstone of any biopic. It would naturally be about his troubled past and making music.
With a twinge of pretentiousness so it wouldn’t qualify as a Dateline NBC or MTV special.