Posters won’t sell tickets to lame doc.
DIED YOUNG STAYED PRETTY (Eileen Yaghoobian). 95 minutes. Opens Friday (November 14) at the Royal. See Indie & Rep Film listings. Rating: N
Died Young Stayed Pretty is a case of the filmmaker, Eileen Yaghoobian, falling in love with her subjects - the subculture of dork artists who make concert posters.
Why else would she keep the cameras rolling when one of them flicks his Twin Towers commemorative lamp on and off while making explosion noises? I also question the trip to the rodeo, among other moments.
Rock posters are an art form designed primarily as advertising. They are not, as one poster maker contends, "the purest form of art that our culture has." At this point I was tempted to stop watching, but continued if only to see if he could somehow extract his head from his ass. (He couldn't.)
Others of his brethren demonstrate the same coupling of brainpan and bum, whether it's during discussions of their favourite rock animal (lobsters are particularly popular, it seems) or a lengthy discourse on whether Elvis suffered from survivor's guilt or ever had a fling with James Dean. Never mind that that has nothing to do with poster art - dissing the King for shits and giggles is just not cool.
Now, I'm sure there's an interesting documentary to be made about poster artists (or "artistes," as I'm sure they'd prefer). This just ain't it.
At best, it's a poetic title and little else.