Film

The Decline of Western Civilization

Name: The Decline of Western Civilization
Genre: Documentary, Music
Released: 1981
Cast: Eugene Tatu, Alice Bag, Claude Bessy, Dinah Cancer, Exene Cervenka

Penelope Spheeris spent 1979 and 1980 pointing a camera at Los Angeles punk and simply refusing to look away. Interviews with Black Flag, X, Fear and the doomed Germs sit beside gigs that curdle into fistfights and stage-dives, kids building a whole culture out of boredom and fury. It's raw, funny, upsetting and completely unglamorous — a document, not a tribute, of a scene that ate several of its own before the decade turned.

TMDb rating

7.2

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