March 16, 2010 - 8:47 am
By Jay A. Fernandez
“Rock ‘n’ roll is Lemmy. Lemmy is rock ‘n’ roll.”
After sitting through Wes Orshoski and Greg Olliver’s Jack-and-Coke-drenched documentary “Lemmy” at its raucous world premiere Monday night, I couldn’t possibly argue. The Motörhead life force — and the rest of the band, Phil Campbell and Mikkey Dee — were in attendance at the Paramount to christen the brain-numbingly long but definitive rock doc with a Panzer full of metal credibility.
I mean it literally when I say that this film, and its subject, is about as rock ‘n’ roll as you can get. From his custom-made boots to his bandolier belt to his war-memorabilia headgear, Lemmy Kilmister is a rare breed of old-school rocker who, at 63 years old, apparently still lives as he did at 19. The whiskey, the endless cigarettes, the women, the house a block off Sunset, the ear-splitting shows — and a few things I certainly didn’t expect, like his obsession with one-arm bandits and the trivia game at the bar at the Rainbow Bar and Grill.
