It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

There's a more than satisfactory amount of boom-boom in the movie's trim running time.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

The thing I enjoyed most about the film is the fact that it doesn't shy away from being a super-sized-cliche;

I can honesty say I found Kurt & Courtney fascinating. Director / Interviewer Nick Broomfield takes the viewer on a trip, a trip where we the viewer get to meet various individuals that had contact with Kurt Cobain for one reason or another. Are these individuals credible? I like to think so, even if some of them appear to get something from simply being in front of a camera. What did I learn?1. It appears Kurt's relationship with Courtney was over, and he wanted out. Courtney stood to walk away with half Kurt's fortune, having only been with him for two years. She stood to walk away with all Kurt's fortune, should he commit suicide.2. El Duce (lead singer) claims Love offered him $50,000 to kill Cobain. El Duce turned down the offer, and hints he might knew who did. Since these claims El Duce was found dead on some train-tracks tracks. Weird?3. Another band singer (who's name I forget) who had a relationship with Courtney Love, claims Courtney was a man in a female's body. She had a determined mind, and knew what to do you to get where she wanted to be. 4. Throughout the filming of the documentary, it is made clear the powers that be were doing all they could to halt production. ..there is a whole load of more stuff. You'll have to watch it for yourself.

"Who killed Kurt...?" Every time someone dies, an intriguing conspiracy theory arises from the ashes. I only saw this movie recently, and not knowing what to expect, let me say if you are looking for definitive answers about the death of Cobain, well you won't find them here. Kurt's death was very tragic, but even his Aunt claims the whole conspiracy theory is a load of bunk and it is clear to me that his addiction and depression killed him. Neither Dave Grohl nor Krist Novoselic are featured throughout the movie but I was impressed how director Nick Broomfield handled it. He exposes the hypocrisy of Hollywood and manages to dig some pure oddballs out of the woodwork. Fans of Courtney Love are likely to despise this movie, she get ripped into and the disdain for her is evident throughout. My final view is that it's interesting but sometimes flawed and proves again that there is no definitive movie on Cobain.

Much has been said about the powder keg relationship of Kurt Cobain,the singer/songwriter/guitarist of the Seattle based band, Nirvana,and his off again,on again relationship with wife,Courtney Love (from the band,Hole). It's obvious they were toxic for one another (both were hardcore Heroin users). Nick Broomfield tried to craft a documentary film about what may have happened to cause the death of Kurt, but for whatever reasons,Courtney seemed to want this film banished forever. She (Courtney)goes out of her way to monkey wrench this film project from frame one (she denied the use of any & all of Kurt's music with Nirvana,and even denied use of any film or video clips of Nirvana,leaving only A.P.I. press release photographs available,plus Courtney seemed to get to the interview subjects to say as little as possible). What we are basically left with is a spite project (Broomfield used as much usable footage,sans music & video footage)to cobble together a basically empty film that says pretty much nothing worth the 95 minute running time of this film). It's your time (but don't say I didn't warn you). Rated 'R' by the MPAA,this film has raunchy language & testimony of some of the more sordid details of Cobain's life & death.

Sleazy, silly, typically lowbrow documentary from typically lowbrow documentary filmmaker Nick Broomfield probes Kurt Cobain's suicide (murder?) and widow Courtney Love's subsequent rise to rock/Hollywood stardom. Never less than fascinating, but similar to flipping through a National Enquirer. The ink stays on your fingers and afterward all you can think about is washing it off. Broomfield is a scuzzy English tabloid documentarian obsessed with white-trash America. His best trait is his aggressive interview technique, and the way his films seem to descend on a spiral. As he neglects to get the "truth" from his interview subjects he returns to them again and again, his questions and manner growing more and more relentless. It's fun to watch but also annoying and unnerving. Like watching someone slowly drill a hole through metal. I hope I'm never subjected to his process.Culturally and geographically, this film is like looking at a graveyard. The grunge scene (Seattle in particular) seems to have died along with Cobain. What a thriving mecca it once was. The brief concert clips of Seattle bands post-Nirvana are just depressing. At one point the lead singer in some Nirvana wannabe group attacks a fan with his microphone and screams obsceneties at him and it comes off as pathetic and listless. What a boring, dried-up scene Seattle has become. And who are these losers Broomfield trots out in front of his camera. Someone named "Ami" who says she had the same dealer as Cobain and Love and calls Love a harpy. Maybe she is but who cares. Who in the world IS this Ami and why are we listening to her. She could be lying about knowing them. Later, there's someone else (they don't even say her name) who says she worked for Cobain and Love as a nanny for a month. The woman looks so wasted on drugs if Cobain and Love were dumb enough to hire her as a nanny they deserved to be slandered in a documentary.The absurdity reaches its nadir with the introduction of "El Duce", and truly a sadder specimen you will not likely see outside of a mental hospital or jail. I flat out refuse to believe anyone would offer this guy 50 grand to snuff anyone because he looks like he could hardly make it to the mailbox. The only really reliable people are Love's father (who's just plain odd), Cobain's former friend and the guy who supplied him with the shotgun (he's so doped up he can't follow Broomfield's questions) and Cobain's aunt (who's the only sane person in the entire film).Amazingly, the one who ends up looking good is Love. This was during one of her "together" periods so she looks great in the few clips we see of her. Certainly better than anyone else in the movie. And a lot more coherent (with the exception of her scary voice-mail threats). A sad movie, finally. Doubtful that Love killed him. Too much speculation. A straight documentary on Cobain would have been much more interesting. The few clips we get of him are the best things in the film