Sad But True
Sixteen years ago, a young filmmaker named Marti
DiBergi set out to capture, in his words, "the sights,
the sounds, and the smells" of a workhorse British
rock band named Spinal Tap. With a small crew by his
side, Marti filmed the group during their first U.S.
tour in six years. The result of Marti's vision is a
documentary that is humorous, shocking, and completely
made-up. This Is Spinal Tap is actually Rob
Reiner's directorial debut and is the film responsible
for introducing mainstream American audiences to the
"mockumentary" (or mock documentary).
The movie is presented much like a typical concert
film, along the lines of U2's Rattle and Hum or
Madonna's Truth or Dare. Concert highlights are
mixed with band interviews and glimpses into the lives
of the band members backstage and on the road. But
while most concert films capture their worthy subjects
at the peak of their popularity or during a triumphant
re-union tour, This Is Spinal Tap presents us with a
second-rate band made up of aging members who are
desperately trying to cling onto what little fame they
used to have.
This concept provides a wealth of comic potential that
Rob Reiner and the Spinal Tap boys (Michael McKean,
Christopher Guest, Harry Shearer, R.J. Parnell, and
David Kaff) effectively tap into, such as the scene in
which Nigel Tufnel (Guest) proudly displays the band's
instruments and equipment, which include a guitar so
special it can never be looked at, let alone played,
and a Marshall amplifier that "...goes to 11" whenever
the band needs a little extra kick. Other humorous
scenes include the band circling the bowels of the
Cleveland Ampitheatre's boiler room
after losing their way to the stage, and the
Stonehenge debacle, which involves a hilariously
underwhelming 18-inch recreation of the famous
structure, on stage alongside the band. Such absurd
moments, combined with memorable quotes, such as
"Dozens of people spontaneously combust each year,
it's just not that widely reported," and gleefully
trashy songs like "Sex Farm," "Hellhole," and "Big
Bottom" ("Talk about mudflaps, my girl's got 'em")
helped land this film on the American Film Institute's
100 Greatest Comedies list.
Now, with the theatrical re-release (and Collector's
Edition DVD release) of This Is Spinal Tap, a new
generation of moviegoers have the chance to experience
this cult favorite. But will teenage America fork
over their cash to watch a film featuring a form of
music that died in the '80s? Doubtful. Spinal Tap's
brand of death metal/glam rock has deteriorated into a
distant memory that survives only in jokes about
hairspray, K-Tel record offers, and the occasional
nostalgia tour by Iron Maiden, Posion, Whitesnake, or
countless other bands that no one under the age of 21
remembers. So why re-release This Is Spinal Tap at
the beginning of the 21st century, when bands made up
of long-haired guys in spandex have largely
disappeared, and the music market is dominated by boy
bands, teenage divas, and Latin pop stars? Does
Spinal Tap have anything to offer now?
Sure, it's still funny to watch a group of gifted
comic actors feign British accents and bogus rock and
roll attitudes and cliches, but is being funny enough
to merit a re-release sixteen years after the film's
debut? Surely there are any number of comedies from
the '80s that are considered more amusing than This Is
Spinal Tap. And when you look at other films that
have been re-released, such as The Wizard of Oz,
Star Wars, and Grease, it's easier to see the
cross-generational appeal of those films. The Wizard
of Oz engages our childhood fantasies with its
depiction of the dream-like Oz and all its
inhabitants. Star Wars presents a storybook
mythology complete with knights, magic, and even a
damsel in distress. And Grease gives us a nostalgic
look at the
50s through its catchy musical numbers and
boy-meets-girl storyline. Each of these films has an
age-resistant quality that enables it to appear fresh
to audiences too young to remember it during its
initial run. This Is Spinal Tap doesn't have this.
What it does have is sadness. I don't mean it is sad
like a tearjerker. This Is Spinal Tap is a comedy,
but its consideration of the transience of fame and
the band members' denial is ineffably and movingly
sad. It's also funny, of course: it makes us laugh at
the band even as we feel sorry for them.
"Their appeal is becoming more selective," says the
band's manager, Ian Faith (Hendra), explaining to
Marti DiBergi (Reiner) why the band has been
downgraded to performing in increasingly smaller
venues, and is forced to endure the cancellation of
several shows -- thus proving he suffers from the same
degree of denial afflicting the band. And when the
group plays the last show of their U.S. tour at a
theme park, billed under a puppet show, we realize
that the band has sunk just about as low as they can
go.
But no single moment in This Is Spinal Tap
communicates this sense of sadness like the scene in
which the band gathers around a radio in a hotel room
to listen to one of their old tunes (which dates back
to their pre-Spinal Tap days when they were called
"The Thamesmen"). When the
song ends, the DJ says: "...the band reformed as
Spinal Tap, had a couple of hits, and currently
resides in the 'Where are now?' file." This is the
only time in the film when the group is confronted
with their own failure. They can justify poor record
sales, dwindling attendance,
and second billing, but they have no response to the
DJ's comment. They can only switch the radio off,
maintain a stiff upper lip, and press on.
In viewing this film again (I hadn't seen it in about
seven years), I couldn't help but draw a comparison
between the blokes in Spinal Tap and Norma Desmond
from Sunset Boulevard. Granted, the Spinal Tap boys
aren't monstrous like Norma (and they don't kill
anyone), but they exhibit the same delusional traits
as the faded movie star. Fame is a fickle friend, and
it rarely visits for long. The boy bands, teenage
divas, and Latin stars of today will someday go the
way of Spinal Tap, and their fans will find some new
sensation to love. Spinal Tap refuses to recognize
this truth: they're still ready for their close-up,
but the camera has long since trained its eye on
someone else.