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A million years ago when pterodactyls filled the sky and PK first started working in print, I wrote many types of articles: human interest pieces, one-day travel features, heath reports, and my all-time fave: reviews.
Mostly, they were about local theatrical productions. I must admit to taking a beating by some of my editors on my review reporting.
Truth be told, I rarely made note of anything even remotely negative. So, I don’t like hurting the other humans’ feelings, a’ight? Sue me.
Either way, a little Medina-based publication for which I once served as a “stringer” (a cool-sounding term for a freelancer, BT dubs) sometimes paid me to review movies.
So, I decided to dust off my press hat and do a little digging into “The Dirt”.
For those who may be unfamiliar, “The Dirt” is the Netflix flick based on the autobiography of Motley Crue entitled: “The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band”.
It was New York Times Bestseller when published in 2001.
Eighteen years later, the story has been re-enacted for a new generation of listeners, viewers, and um, gawkers.
Believe me, the story of Motley Crue is like a slow-motion train wreck that you can see approaching for about 50 miles, you dig?
Naturally, I had to watch it. What? So, I had a crush on Tommy Lee when I was 19, sue me again.
To learn all about the antics of Nikki, Tommy, Mick & Vince, check out my column this Sunday:
"Diggin' Through 'The Dirt'"
Think of it as a lesson in how NOT to behave ---and buckle up, Capisce?
See you then!