Declaring "It's not who you fuck, it's how you rock n roll," this film packs a walloping Canadian indie rock punch, delivering some 47 songs by 41 bands and a plethora of surprising cameos. But a movie is made from more than music alone. Goldirocks is the story of a fame-hungry groupie (Goldie, played by Sasha Ormond) who yearns to crawl out from musicians' beds and onto the stage. When an ultra-brief fling with a drummer (Dru Viergever) lands her a room in the house with him and his band-mates, things appear to turn around for the star struck strumpet. But musicians' egos are complicated and while this new arrangement has her singing on stage for the first time (and kicking some serious ass), the band dynamics become tumultuous. When things boil over and she finds herself unceremoniously ejected from the band, Goldie doesn't get mad and determined, she just hides in bed for days nursing her usual defeatist attitude. It isn't until her friends splurge on a gift guitar and her groupie escapades land her in a pile of puke that she realises that maybe she can live out her dreams without riding the coattails of others.
Goldirocks serves up bucket-loads of promiscuity and attitude but falls short on heart. One wants to like Goldie, but too often she falls into the territory of being one-dimensional; the awkward script finds its most honest and believable moments in the character's drunken confessions. Character development rarely stretches beyond the bounds of the film's story and even the moodiest of band-mates (who eventually becomes another of Goldie's lovers) is left mostly mysterious. There are some moments of genuine comedy (when subtlety is favoured over melodrama), and director Paula Tiberius thankfully doesn't shy away from the hard-to-swallow rock'n'roll truths: no one becomes a star in this film, no record deals are tabled, and nothing is glamorous. Despite its titular nod to the fairy tale, this is not one. While Goldirocks misses several key chords, it jams with some serious spirit and homespun, low-budget determination. (Hazy, www.goldirocks.com)
Goldirocks serves up bucket-loads of promiscuity and attitude but falls short on heart. One wants to like Goldie, but too often she falls into the territory of being one-dimensional; the awkward script finds its most honest and believable moments in the character's drunken confessions. Character development rarely stretches beyond the bounds of the film's story and even the moodiest of band-mates (who eventually becomes another of Goldie's lovers) is left mostly mysterious. There are some moments of genuine comedy (when subtlety is favoured over melodrama), and director Paula Tiberius thankfully doesn't shy away from the hard-to-swallow rock'n'roll truths: no one becomes a star in this film, no record deals are tabled, and nothing is glamorous. Despite its titular nod to the fairy tale, this is not one. While Goldirocks misses several key chords, it jams with some serious spirit and homespun, low-budget determination. (Hazy, www.goldirocks.com)
