Scanialara You won't be disappointed!

ChanFamous I wanted to like it more than I actually did... But much of the humor totally escaped me and I walked out only mildly impressed.

Stephanie There is, somehow, an interesting story here, as well as some good acting. There are also some good scenes

Abegail Noëlle While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

darad There's nothing I could say or any review here that could prepare you for the wild ride documentary of this man's life. Not being a fan, I couldn't appreciate nor see any talent as maybe his admirers would, still though, this is very intriguing. If you want to see a man who lived his life to the very edge of extremity and brink of insanity, I present G.G. Allin. Punk Rock, Death Metal, Satanic or White Supremicist Rock Groups all look like a PBS program for pre-schoolers compared to this man. I suppose the one question we ask ourselves while watching this, as you realize you actually are watching is, "shouldn't this guy be institutionalized?" There's some very deserving folks locked away for lesser reasons, yet because he was classified (by some) as a performer, he was free to be exposed (and expose himself) to the general population and even entertain. Like Lenny Bruce, G. G. Allin doesn't apologize for its shock value. This is serious stuff, not for the weak and yes, you will be disturbed with its content. As a documentary it does pull you in and well presents G. G. to a point where you understand his point of view and in some odd way sympathize with his way of thinking and living. He lived a harsh life and it was his way of expressing outrage and coping in society with equal disgust. Like an animal on display at a zoo, you wonder what the animal thinks of you might better describe his act. If you ever wanted a taste of the wild side this is as close as you'll get without being there and might appreciate your quiet life more once seeing it. It's more than a documentary, it's an experience, one that will haunt and disturb you long after. So before you dismiss this as just a story of an insane and sickening man claiming to be an entertainer, watch it with an open mind and a good stomach, you'll definitely need it, and be happy you survived. This is as gritty as you'll see outside a snuff film.

zero-signal besides it's claim to be a punk documentary, Allin himself and this film shows how the system confuse minds of human beings. it hypnotizes you so secretly that by inserting a banana up to your a**, you think you are out of it. you eat your s**t and run naked through streets and this means you don't recognize the system, you -think- do whatever you want. but in the other hand, he paid for his whiskey or the woman who gave him a golden shower, signed a petition for admitting -and understanding- the rules of an university and deal with a record company...if you are looking for a music documentary just pick, "the filthy and fury" or "end of the century". this one is pretty funny and confused.

t_atzmueller A fat singer, covered only by bad tattoos, filth and a pair of Doc Martens, beating up a couple of fans on his way to stage, defecating and throwing his faeces into the crowd before being dragged off by the police may not be everybody's idea of entertainment but it certainly was what the general fan expected from a GG Allin show.Mind you, few self-described Punk fans – generally sporting coloured Mohawks, "The Sex Pistols" tee-shirts and a dog collar – either don't know GG Allin nor would they necessarily identify with GG having been a punk. A punk in the truest sense of the word: a misfit, degenerate and completely free of compromise, even if that meant having to live and die in the gutter.So, what is "Hatred"? A modern freak-show, allowing us to gloat at a human train-wreck and his equally dishellved entourage? A "Best of" drunk vomiting, defiant behaviour and throwing poo at the willing audience? Yes, "Hatred" contains all that but director Todd Phillips doesn't concentrate on those antics but rather takes it as part of the package. His real focus is on the people, mainly GG himself, his band, "The Murder Junkies", musicians like Dino (the naked drummer) and supporters like Unk, who both come across as bizarre, real and unpretentious, at the same time.As for GG's music: you won't find any hidden classics among Allins repertoire. This isn't a documentary about a forgotten genius (like the Roky Erickson documentary "You're Gonna Miss Me"), in fact, apart from some song- and concert fragments, there's preciously little music in "Hatred". Allins music was a mix of simple, noisy Punk-songs with touches of country music, the lyrics laden with obscenities and a misanthropy that few other bands have matched. Yet, as simple and sleazy as the songs may be, there's something haunting and memorable that can only be described as authentic.And that's the keyword about the whole documentary: everything here is authentic, free of compromise or pretentiousness. That's more than can be said about most contemporary, mainstream-embracing Pop, Rock and Punk bands. "Hatred" is neither pretty nor glamorous but authentic.Still, if you're more of a Simon & Garfunkel or Bee Gees-type, you might find language, music, people, topic and the flinging of faeces slightly offensive and should consider watching something else.8 authentic points from 10.

InjunNose First off, let me say that I found "Hated" to be a very entertaining film, and I believe that G.G. Allin was as legitimate an American folksinger as Leadbelly or Woody Guthrie (his material was more, ummm...specialized, but listen to 'Gypsy Motherf*cker', 'Liquor-Slicked Highway', or 'Shove That Warrant Up Your Ass' to get an idea of what I'm talking about). But rather than being a balanced portrait, "Hated" is largely a performance. Some people will just respond, "So?" after reading that. But it matters because this film takes itself soooooo seriously. There are serious moments in it, of course, but there's a lot of humor as well...and a lot of artifice on Allin's part. Did he have a horrible childhood? Yes, by all accounts. Was there a time when his onstage antics were more sincere than when "Hated" was filmed? Yes--just check out the archival footage of his spoken-word performance in Boston in 1988; he wasn't kidding around. (Actually, the excerpts featured in the film don't even reveal all of the embarrassing, frightening, and nakedly emotional moments of that performance; you'll have to track down a bootleg video or DVD to see the whole enchilada.) But why, at thirty-six or thirty-seven--when you're out of prison and looking relatively healthy, and you've achieved at least some level of notoriety--do you still feel the need to cut yourself, eat your own sh*t, and beat up your fans? The answer is that G.G. Allin apparently DIDN'T want to do this anymore. Just before his death, according to biographer Joe Coughlin, Allin said that he wanted to retire from the punk scene and go into country music. And why not? When you're approaching forty, you simply can't withstand the kind of self-abuse that Allin's fans had come to expect. But he soldiered on for another couple of years, doing precisely what WAS expected of him, and died because of it (if indirectly). G.G. Allin had a natural, genuine talent, but he painted himself into a corner pretty early on. He loved his daughter, was a fan of Captain Kangaroo and at one time had a damned fine singing voice. The monstrous character that he played--and sometimes became--was interesting, but it's a shame that "Hated" lets us see only that facet of his personality.