Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage

Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage

Absolute drivel from start to finish. Does all it can to ignore the root cause of the mayhem, which is clearly piss poor organization on the promoter's part. Instead we have this incredibly lazy admonition of "white male rage" that disingenuously frames bands like Korn and Limp Bizkit as instigators of sexual violence, to say nothing of the shallow invocations of cultural appropriation and white privilege from Moby of all fucking people.

This movie does backflips to place blame on the audience of children, who are described alternately as spoiled, upper-middle class bros or low-class degenerates, depending on the needs of the documentary on a moment-to-moment basis. Then there's the gross way it talks about nudity and sexual assault, wherein it blames rapes on women walking around with their tops off, but I guess we're not supposed to find that observation objectionable because...the men made them do it? The logic is just so tortured.

Beyond the baby-brained social commentary, it's just very funny to see how worked up this movie gets over the supposed sanctity of the Woodstock brand. Oh no, these kids don't give a shit about the guy from The Doors playing with Creed, let's cry about it.

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