Brothers of the Head

2006, R, 90 min. Directed by Keith Fulton, Louis Pepe. Starring Harry Treadaway, Luke Treadaway, Bryan Dick, Sean Harris, Howard Attfield, Ken Russell, Tom Bower, Tania Emery, Diana Kent, Jonathan Pryce.

REVIEWED By Marc Savlov, Fri., Sept. 8, 2006

Brothers of the Head

An astonishing twinning of wild imagination and drop-dead realism, Brothers of the Head is simply the most poignant and exciting documentary about sibling rivalry, revelry, and reversal of fortunes ever made. And so it pains me to no end to have to admit that, damn the luck, that last sentence contains a lie: This is not a documentary, although you'd have to put me in a small, enclosed space with dangerously unhinged Britpop sibs Noel and Liam Gallagher, a gallon of Scotch, and a deuce of rusty straight razors to force me to call it by its true nature, the hybrid and hereby utterly impotent moniker "mockumentary." There's precious little mockery in this tale of Tom and Barry Howe (brothers Harry and Luke Treadway), conjoined twins who, almost as an afterthought to their daily lives, end up fronting a Seventies glam-punk outfit known as the Bang Bang. With the withdrawn, shoe-gazing Tom flailing away at his guitar while his more emotionally volatile brother Barry spits literary invectives into the microphone, his right arm slung by necessity over Tom's shoulders, their act is like a David Lynch opera with a libretto by Iggy Pop. Never much good at being twins, the Howes, once in the limelight, excel at all things rock & roll, including, but not limited to, sex, drugs, and fisticuffs. It all ends badly (but not as badly as some Oasis albums I could mention). Directors Fulton and Pepe previously helmed Lost in La Mancha, a real documentary – about Terry Gilliam's disastrous efforts to film an ambitious version of Don Quixote – that felt ficticious. Brothers of the Head is the exact opposite, and it's so judicious and cunning in employing (fake) footage culled from a never-completed previous documentary on the Bang Bang, as well as clips from Ken Russell's predictably outrageous (and fake) biopic, Two-Way Romeo, that it ends up seeming more real and more artistically, morally, and spiritually honest than any dozen bedrock documentary films you'd care to name. And as if that weren't praise enough, the Bang Bang turns out to be the most viscerally, musically exciting glam-punk duo Malcolm McLaren never fucked over. Would that he (and we) had had the chance.

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Brothers of the Head, Keith Fulton, Louis Pepe, Harry Treadaway, Luke Treadaway, Bryan Dick, Sean Harris, Howard Attfield, Ken Russell, Tom Bower, Tania Emery, Diana Kent, Jonathan Pryce

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