I expected this to be a quirky movie, making fun of a hopeless ex-rock star. I couldn't have been more wrong.
This is wonderful movie.
It tells the story of Arthur Kane, bassist of the legendary New York Dolls who more or less invented punk years before the mewlings of the Sex Pistols. It tells the story of what happened to Kane after the band broke up: a tale of poverty and suicide attempts and Kane's eventual conversion to religion after reading an advert for the Mormons in TV Guide.
It's a fascinating story in itself, but Arthur is such a kind, unassuming man that you warm to him. It makes the ending even more powerful than it already is. Stay for the credits too. I did: I couldn't move - there were tears in my eyes. CGI doesn't pack the same punch as real human emotion, believe me.
You don't have to be a New York Dolls fan to appreciate it, either.