What really made this documentary interesting for me was the insight into a time period and culture that very few people got to experience. A time of unbridled, chaotic, rebellious, unorthodox creativity in lower Manhattan during the 70's/80's. The whole idea of this culture seems to be, cast away everything you know about "art, film and music" and be original. The less you knew about the art form you were a part of the better. The palpability of what was actually produced by these artists appears to be secondary to this idea of complete rebellion, down with society, down with your beliefs, we gonna do what we wanna do and create our own beliefs and art, on meth.
Walking down the streets of lower east side Manhattan today with the 1k+ monthly rents, hipsters, bodegas, corporate stores, dive bars, cabs, families etc, its almost hard to believe that nyc really was once really a place with the burning trash cans, abandoned buildings and scum bags. These artists actually flourished and found passion in this almost post-apocalyptic version of new york city.
But like anything that is "cool and real" suddenly the celebrities want to hang out with the artists, a few artists break out and make some cash, and the whole scene crumbles in response as the core beliefs of the culture are actually being undermined by the very artists who were central to the cultures rise in the first place. A very interesting cycle to consider, with many parallels in today's cultural context of "real artists", "selling out", and the effect it has on their respective culture/art. But hey, IFC sure is hell is not complaining, and neither am I. A great movie (am I supposed to say film?), watch it.