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.

bytesmack Growing up in the 80's and 90's I was never exposed to music by the famed GG Allin. After watching this documentary on the life of GG Allin, I realize that I didn't miss much.After watching this film I have come to the conclusion that Mr. Allin was nothing more than a saddest and hated all. The world would have been a better place if he would have committed suicide at an early age, so he could have never been able to promote his message of hate.On a musical note he could not sing nor was he a decent performer. I still cannot figure out how he felt that eating his own poop or cutting his flesh on stage was to be considered art.In closing it is my personal conclusion that GG Allin suffered from manic depression.

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.

sick_boy420xxx GG Allin was truly something else. The man had no musical talent whatsoever, yet had probably one of the most loyal fan bases in rock music. This is despite the fact that he beat up, assaulted, and even raped audience members during concerts he gave...and more often than not ended up in jail because of it. His concerts were more of a war zone, filled with bodily fluid, violence, and musical assault. As a "fan", or more an observer of GG's music, I was quick to pick up this documentary about the man, and I must admit, I was thourougly impressed with it. It contains what probably are some of the most disturbing and utterly disgusting images I have ever seen. GG was known for performing shows naked, and defecating on stage...then rubbing the result all over himself. I can bet that most people would have a hard time watching a video of this event...which is shown here...and would find it hard to even imagine seeing GG in concert live. GG was also somewhat remembered as the guy who said he would commit suicide onstage for rock, only to die of a heroin overdose. Overall, this film was a no holds barred look at the life of this infamous rock 'n' roll "legend", and one that was actually quite revealing into the how and whys of his life through interviews with him, friends, family, and fans. There is quite a few disturbing and absolutely disgusting images, including moments from live shows, as well as a scene a fan talks about with a camera there to document it. This particular scene is just beyond description...and as not to spoil it should you attempt to watch this film, I refuse to comment further.GG was definitely one of the outlaws and revolutionaries in the rock and roll industry, paving the way for such artists as Marilyn Manson and others doing nasty things on stage and this documentary is worth it to see just what created this rock and roll myth and the "legend" behind it. Recommended, but be prepared for a lot of nastiness going in.