Subject: I have found a DVD that I think you would enjoy
Actors: GG Allin, Merle Allin, Shireen Kadivar, Dee Dee Ramone, Geraldo Rivera
Director: Todd Phillips
Genres: Music Video & Concerts, Documentary
This special edition of the legendary documentary from filmmaker Todd Phillips consists of the most detailed and intimate footage the world will ever see of GG Allin. Both fans and critics alike have praised this film for... more »
GG Allin: No Laws, No Limits, No Longer Living
J. Brittman | Long Island, New York | 05/21/2001
(5 out of 5 stars)
"Hated is a great documentary film that takes you inside the man who called himself GG Allin. GG Allin was the only true punk in music history. When everybody else was just posing and pretending GG was living his music of pain, torment, and suffering. The camera captures everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) in this documentary from GG beating up fans to bloodying himself with a microphone to deficating on stage and rubbing it all over himself and eating it to GG letting a female friend urinate in his mouth. And one other thing GG didn't discriminate there is footage of him beating up a woman at a spoken word performance in Boston. GG Allin hated everybody, most of all himself. He had no home, one shirt and one pair of pants. Hated also describes GG's relationship with John Wayne Gacy, the famed serial killer. The movie is great but there is also 50 extra minutes of GG Allin's final performance on the eve of his death at the Gasoline Alley in NYC which ended with 2 songs in ten minutes, GG getting naked, bloodied, and covered in his own waste and then inciting a riot. You just can't make this stuff up. GG Allin was a disgusting, disturbed, vile human being who just happens to be my idol. RIP GG Allin."
Todd Phillips really CAN make a good movie!
Robert P. Beveridge | Cleveland, OH | 08/11/2003
(4 out of 5 stars)
"Hated: G. G. Allin and the Murder Junkies (Todd Phillips, 1993)
What on god's green earth has happened to Todd Phillips in the ten years since he released Hated, the definitive G. G. Allin documentary? How, exactly, can one go from covering a dangerous, violent punk icon to doing a documentary about Phish and making really, really bad Tom Green/Wilson Brothers movies (Road Trip, Old School, Starsky and Hutch)? I don't know, but if you find yourself crawling under the table every time someone even mentions the name Todd Phillips, taking a look at Hated may convince you that there really are the underpinnings of a good documentary filmmaker beneath the present idiocy. Or maybe not. Much of that may depend on your view of his subject, a man on whom no one who's ever encountered his work can be without an opinion.
For the ten or twenty people who still haven't heard of him, G. G. Allin was, as Murder Junkies drummer Dino says, "God, Jesus, and Satan all rolled into one," perhaps the last American rock and roll singer who grasped what the spirit of rock was about, and aimed to bring that spirit back to music. To that effect, Allin would today be called a "performance artist" rather than a rock band frontman, probably. Allin and co.'s now-legendary gigs, three aborted tours' worth (as brother Merle Allin says, "you never plan on finishing a tour-- two reasons: the hospital or the law."), usually started out looking like punk shows, but ended (long before they should have) in fights, riots, raids by the police, overdoses, what have you. Allin's notoriety increased a thousandfold when the talk show circuit picked him up in the early nineties (some of the footage from his appearance on Geraldo is shown here), and as Phillips, who had been making Hated off and on since 1988, got ready to put the finishing touches on the film, Allin had gone from underground icon to public animal number one. The band kicked off the Terror in America tour in 1993, with much of the interview footage with the band members coming just before or just after the start of the tour. Allin was dead within days of the completion of the film, of which Phillips then halted postproduction to add another ten minutes of footage to the end.
Phillips is obviously influenced by the Errol Morris school of documentary filmmaking: just sit back with the camera and let those you're interviewing make complete fools of themselves. But there's more to Phillips than that; he fades into the background at times, but there's never the sense that the subjects of the documentary forget the filmmaker is there. (Phillips has confirmed, in interviews, that this never happened.) Not surprising when you consider that Allin's modus operandi, more often than not, was to attack the audience; the filmmaker is part of the audience, therefore...
The documentary itself is interesting enough, and refuses to paint Allin as either saint or sinner (surprising for a filmmaker who'd been in contact with Allin for five years), letting the viewer make his own judgments on that score. And viewers should, without doubt, though the pervasive language and nudity (both Allin himself and drummer Dino often performed naked or nearly so), strong sexual content, and what I can only describe as adult situations (despite the infantile nature of same) is likely to put the vast majority of viewers off ever renting this. But the real value in the DVD release, and the most ironic portion of it, is fifty minutes of extra footage recorded on the last day of Allin's life. The footage shows the soundcheck and aborted (halfway through the second song) legendary set at New York club The Gas Station, often considered the most violent set the band ever played (it has been reported numerous times that over a hundred attendees rioted after the show was shut down), and about thirty minutes of Allin's antics with Dino and a core group of fans afterwards while they went on a quest for heroin. What emerges in this footage is a picture of G. G. Allin that, while not diametrically opposed to the stage presence and the person that emerges from interviews, is certainly a different, and fascinating, side of Allin's character. In the documentary, Allin is characterized by almost everyone as a complete misanthrope, a person who would just as soon kill you as look at you. The footage of Allin wandering (naked, at the beginning of the trek) around the streets of New York City with eight to ten others and twenty or thirty following at a distance shows a smiling, affable guy who's usually got his arms draped around one or two people, haranguing police but never turning nasty about it, acknowledging fans with smiles and victory signs (yes, there are two fingers raised there), and generally being anything but dangerous-looking, as long as you look past the fact that he's covered in filth and (his own) blood. The end effect is to raise a whole lot of questions about a person for whom society assumed it already had all the answers. The documentary itself is capable; releasing the final footage with it is brilliant. ****"
GG Allin the ultimate punk rock'n'roll terrorist
Swedish Scum | Sweden | 03/19/2000
(5 out of 5 stars)
"This DVD includes the 1991 Todd Philips movie "Hated" about the late GG Allin who was the most outrageous punkrocker of all times. Defecating on stage, beat up & rape the audience & selfmutilation was part of GG's performances. This documentary gives you a exellent picture of what this punk legend was all about. also as a bonus is GG Allin's last performance ever the outrageous Gas Station show in 1993 complete with show & aftershow mayhem. The camera also follows GG's walk to what later that night would show up to be his death. Nothing for the family hour but this is real world so you can't deny it."
Live it Up
directions | Space Time Foam | 03/01/2006
(5 out of 5 stars)
"If you are feeling psychotic, paranoid, p.o.'d at the world don't take it out on your friends or co-workers. Watch Hated instead. G.G. Allin may have been extremely destructive to himself and others (and yes Todd Phillips does kind of use his subjects in this film-so what, so did Warhol) but G.G. made the most of his life, albeit in a sick and twisted way. However, he really lived the life, not just making up hateful and obscene rhymes like Eminem and then backing down and saying it was a misunderstanding, G.G. Allin (though musically without talent)was a blast of raw hatred that promised "to put the danger in rock and roll". Yeah I wouldn't have wanted to meet the guy either but Hated is far more therapeutic than any "chicken soup for the" series. My only caveat emptor is not to watch the Gas Station footage because it is shot with a shaky camera and will make you dizzy. Otherwise have fun but don't try this at home."