Ben Lee, aka Baby Copperhead, is one of the fiercest banjo players on either side of the Mason-Dixon. He calls this an “east-coast surf song”.
In lieu of watching this movie, might I recommend you instead spend 1.5 hours studying a xeroxed photograph of Serge Gainsbourg’s asshole*. Both will have equal amounts orgiastic style and future cultural irrelevancy. Both will, also, embody the most odious of misogynistic cultural gazes: that of the white, french, 20th century, catholic male. In short: Je n’en veux rien, Vadim. Va-t’en.
*And, for the record, I actually like Serge Gainsbourg’s music, if not his persona. But this POS is a waste of celluloid and polyester.
By midnight I was too drunk to catch his birthday set. I’m still sad about it. Namely because it means I’m getting too old for shenanigans on a weeknight.