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Watch the Trailer for The Dirt, Netflix’s Mötley Crüe Biopic
There’s a story Tommy Lee tells in the Mötley Crüe memoir The Dirt about the 1987 Girls, Girls, Girls tour:
For a while, we even had this drug kingpin following the tour bus in an exotic Excalibur with a license plate that said: DEALER. Whenever we got out of the bus, he would suddenly appear with his diamond-packed Rolex, gold chains and a token couple of bitches on each arm, throwing bundles of coke to everyone in the band and crew. He was the pimpest drug dealer ever and he always had his party hat on.
Eventually the record company made them get rid of the dealer because, obviously, he was attracting unwanted police attention. It’s a more tame anecdote from a year where Nikki Sixx said, “I went onstage to get drugs, I came offstage to find more drugs, I used my per diem to buy drugs, and I travelled to each city only to see if anyone had new drugs. Heroin, coke, freebase, jack, zombie dust: they had all been controlling my life for a year straight.”
In many ways, throughout the ’80s, Mötley Crüe became the last of the party-crazed rock bands; in the ’90s, popular rock evolved into the more tame, more introspective grunge music. Now, for anyone born after the ’80s, Mötley Crüe is best remembered as a relic of a lost time of eyeliner, big hair, and tight leather pants. If a millennial can’t name a Motley Crue song, they are certainly familiar with the infamous stories of the likes of Lee and Sixx.
Now, in a time when musical stories are the hot thing in Hollywood (see A Star Is Born and Bohemian Rhapsody both earning Best Picture nominations at the Oscars), it is the perfect moment for a Mötley Crüe biopic that leaves none of the debauchery out.
Based off the excellent memoir The Dirt comes a Netflix biopic of the same name. And, by the looks of this first trailer, it is an unflinching look at Mötley Crüe—drugs, crimes, sex, and all. That’s more than can be said about the sanitized depiction of Freddie Mercury in Bohemian Rhapsody.