Anvil! The Story of Anvil - Review

There comes a time in any rock star/blogger's life when they must pick up the pieces of their battered music career/no career and continue to pursue their dreams. I'm a full six days late in starting my Hot Docs blog. The reasons for my tardiness run the gauntlet from "not enough time" to "too much work" to "I'll write a review after I finish this very important sudoku". But I will not give up. Like the metal band Anvil I will not be dissuaded by my age, unpopularity, and the obvious futility of my goals. I will fight another day. ROCK ON!

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Anvil! The Story of Anvil
(Canada, Directed by Sacha Gervasi)

Hot Docs 2008 opened with a pair of films. One was the somber and very well reviewed "Air India 182" about the 1985 airplane bombing tragedy. The other was a film about a largely forgotten hard rock band from Toronto called "Anvil! The Story of Anvil". I choose to attend Anvil, because I'm the type of person who likes my opening night films underscored by wailing guitars. Under the strange dreamy ceiling of fake leaves and giant trees in the Winter Garden Theatre, a packed house laughed, cheered and even cried along with the true story of Anvil. Even if you never wanted to be a rock god, there is something quite touching in this story of every day dudes who never give up on their dreams. The guys in Anvil have jobs, but not careers. They refuse sensible hair cuts. They are making barely enough money to survive until their music takes off. And they've been doing this for over thirty years. Inadvisable? Yes. Inspirational? Surprisingly, yes.

Anvil centres around founding Anvil members Steve “Lips” Kudlow and Robb Reiner - best buddies since they were teenagers - and their odyssey to recapture the brief success Anvil enjoyed in the early 80s. The film opens with famous musicians like Slash and Lars Ulrich opining on the importance of Anvil to heavy metal, and theories on why the band never made it (Lars thinks it may be because of the whole "Canadian thing"). Cut to Toronto, present day, and the lads of Anvil have grown into greying delivery men and construction workers. They play gigs on weekends and continue to record albums, but the crowds to see them perform are neither numerous nor consistent. The band mates' long suffering families continue to support their loved ones, but Anvil's future is bleak. Hard rock is a young man's game, and Anvil's members are way past their marketable prime. Everything seems destined to finally, perhaps mercifully, decline until an email from a fan suggests the possibility of a European tour. With little to go on but a wing and a prayer, Anvil packs up their gear and heads to Europe.

Photo of rock's real deal? Or worst Crocs ad ever?

From this point on, the film is a roller coaster ride of huge expectations and crushing defeat. The European tour in particular is alternatively hilarious and heart breaking. Clashing egos, bad tour managers, skipped payments and empty venues test the band's mettle. Reconciliations, appreciative fans, and good rocking out give the band strength. Even when they are yelling and throwing tantrums, the members of Anvil are likable. Perhaps this is because we believe that they simply do not know better. Lips, especially, reminds me of a muppet - part Animal, part hoser - who remains eternally optimistic in the face of huge, crushing obstacles. Eventually the band records a new CD, and even rekindles a bit of the old fan support. Will Anvil succeed? Well, the story is still being written. At the screening I attended the band was there and they were quick to tell us we could buy a CD in the lobby.

Visually, the film is very well shot and the editing is strong. Concert footage features plenty of song snippets but thankfully cuts out much of the loudest head banging. The film's director, Sacha Gervasi, was actually a roadie with Anvil on one of their early tours. He obviously has affection for his film's subjects, but he never makes the uninitiated feel left out. This is not a geeky inside story that will only appeal to metal heads. The larger questions in the film - questions about personal fulfillment, fame, respect and selfish needs - can apply to anyone in any walk of life. We've all felt the desire to shake off our nine to five jobs and become the person we dreamed about when we were teenagers. To paraphrase The Big Lebowski, I'm glad Anvil is out there, rocking it out for the rest of us. 4 out of 5

** Extra name dropping bonus feature. Film critic and TV personality Geoff Pevere came into our office last week. We were chatting, Geoff and I, about the Hot Docs festival and he brought up Anvil. He was quite enthusiastic about the film, and made favourable comparisons to Spinal Tap (mocumentary, I know) and the Metallica doc "Some Kind of Monster". I think you can take it from me, Geoff Pevere's buddy, that he would also recommend you see this film.**