Film

Cocksucker Blues

Name: Cocksucker Blues
Genre: Documentary, Music
Released: 1972
Cast: Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, Bill Wyman, Mick Taylor

Backstage musical

Cocksucker Blues is a raw, largely unseen document of the Rolling Stones on their 1972 North American tour. Shot by Robert Frank, it's chaos and excess captured with unflinching intimacy—groupies, drugs, hangers-on, and the band itself in unguarded moments. For die-hard Stones fans and documentary lovers who want the mythology torn away and replaced with something stranger and sadder.

TMDb rating

2.9

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