Julien Temple and the Sex Pistols set their record straight in The Filth and the Fury.

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Julien Temple and the Sex Pistols set their record straight in The Filth and the Fury.

The Sex Pistols unwind with a stroll in the park.
  • The Sex Pistols unwind with a stroll in the park.
Apart from mass cultural annihilation, beatniks, Hee Haw, and some dumbass sports, most pop-culture trends are not homegrown, but imported to America after prolonged cultivation overseas. Consider the flatus called "grunge" -- our first wholly indigenous punk movement -- erupting from the bowels of Seattle a mere decade ago. It required only din, oppressive Boeing conservatism, a glaring inability to dress oneself, and tragically lousy taste in girlfriends -- but those ingredients took forever to congeal. Earlier on, of course, Iggy was idiotic, Lou was tone-deaf, and Joey was thuggish, but rarely did they cover all posts at once. Following those mavericks, both before and after Kurt's shot heard round the world, countless domestic punk dudes pilfered their acts from an emotional and aesthetic source that complacent Americans could never truly understand.

Until now. Thanks to the relentless zeal and/or fiscal concerns of director Julien Temple, a new Sex Pistols movie has arrived, and it's a big gob of fun. The Filth and the Fury traces the band's brief, explosive existence, from initial tensions through ground zero, fallout, and aftermath, all with the comprehensive clarity only hindsight can provide. The Clash may have written better songs, and the Damned may still exist, but this short-lived experimental combo was the first to spank the Queen's arse with a crude paddle of anarchy. They also made it trendy for unhappy youths around the globe to behave, look, and sound like absolute hell. This is their story.

In our present bright, enlightened day and age, it would be very easy to dismiss punk rock as an irrelevant footnote in the history of music: Does it even make sense anymore? A punk CD competing with your cell phone in your SUV or with the World Wide Web on your laptop? In order to get to the heart of the matter, Temple takes us back to the miasmal slums of mid-'70s London, where a garbage strike frames every riot and upheaval with piles of trash and dead rats, with confused hippies and vicious racists stumbling through the mess. Then he takes us even further back, introducing us to the cherubic faces of young Steve Jones, Paul Cook, Glen Matlock (later replaced by clueless John Ritchie, redubbed "Sid Vicious"), and Johnny Rotten (né Lydon), who soon grow up to become enraged, disenfranchised teens, forming the original lineup of this universally significant band.

Thanks (or, more appropriately, no thanks) to the overextended artistic license of Alex Cox's Sid and Nancy and Temple's previous Sex Pistols outing The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle (the latter being presented from the perspective of the group's ego-mad manager, Malcolm McLaren), great inconsistencies and sad misapprehensions have dogged the Sex Pistols for the past couple of decades. In 1996, they sought closure through a reunion concert, which answered few questions. Here, for the first time, we get all the cards laid face up: a fiercely entertaining montage of performance, rehearsal, and interview material (much of it newly culled from the vaults), jumbled with found footage, hilarious clips of musical contemporaries, and bombastic media coverage. The resulting amalgamation is guaranteed to delight fans while also amusing the pants off the uninitiated.

One could actively loathe the Sex Pistols, yet still giggle in fits at this time capsule of '70s grooming and apparel. On the surface, The Filth and the Fury is very, very flashy, immersing the viewer in the period until it's easy to forget what year it is outside. It's undeniably startling to see Marc Bolan, a dewy Brian Ferry, and a hale and hearty Freddie Mercury, summing up an era before every male was required to wear a Vandyke and sing like a hair drier. It's also a treat to gaze upon Sting, Billy Idol, Siouxsie Sioux, and Shane MacGowan as fresh-faced juvenile delinquents. To think that we endured Journey while this much fun was being had over there. Tsk.

The Filth and the Fury is really about stripping away the cartoon to discover friendship, partnership, and trust, and what happens when all three are violated. The original members share their present-day insights in tasteful silhouette from their homes in Los Angeles, and a lengthy interview with Vicious from 1978 completes the set. There's compassion, confusion, and several stabs of regret, both professional (McLaren is soundly lambasted) and personal (of groupie/junkie Nancy Spungen, Rotten confesses, "I actually introduced her to Sid, and shame on me!"). Voilà: the Sex Pistols as human beings.

By the time they're blasting "No Fun" in San Francisco, at the end of their ruinous American tour, and Vicious is sucked into his ugly spiral with Spungen, it's clear that, somehow, the ambition and verve of the young men have been eviscerated and exploited. A surprising poignancy hangs over the proceedings when the punk band falls away, the hyped-up distortions dissolve, and the rockers are thrown like bodies from a jammed carnival ride. "The Pistols wasn't about destroying ourselves," Rotten/Lydon has commented since. "It was about destroying a situation that was destroying us." Emerging from Temple's trashy and soulful film, one ponders how close the antidote is to the poison, and how tricky it can be to tell them apart.

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