Farts of Fury — The mortal enemy of anyone who considers themselves to be rock ‘n’ roll is time. Time and age is the constant hunter and destroyer that turns even the sweetest and most badass eagle (or is that a dodo?) tattoo across the firmest and fittest of backs into faded wrinkly gibberish; the sweetest, strongest, most honey dripping of voices into battered, chapped death
rattles; the brightest of hopes for glory on the stage into corporate employee fun fair or casino theatre gigs.
Kormoranid (Farts of Fury) is the crushingly and comically real glimpse into the future for all of us who love the lifestyle — especially if that band we started in our mom’s garage growing up in Estonia was kind of a big deal in the ’70s. Don’t get me wrong; there are plenty of laugh-out-loud moments in this Estonian import. It’s the fact that the beautifully framed comedy comes from an all too real and ugly place that scares us rockers into starting to think about learning how to tie a tie, or maybe taking that executive training program your parents keep telling you about. That the sexiness of rock is a young person’s domain, no matter how loftily we hold the talisman of Mick Jagger. Although, if you can high-kick like the lead-singing Kaiser at his age, it might all just work out in the end… Farts of Fury is one of the biggest hits ever in its native land, and with a fun, familiar yet sometimes surprising story, relatable, lovable cast and tons of cameos from Estonian celebrities it’s not hard to see why (even if you don’t recognize them yourself).
As a≠≠ cautionary tale for all of us with an arrested development keeping us leather clad and rocking all night into our 50’s, or just an absurd look at how the other musical side has the eternal optimism to continue partying every day Farts of Fury is good times (though not actually at all about farting).
Wed. • Feb. 8 • Odeon Th2 • 9:30pm
Directors: Andres Maimik, Rain Tolk • Estonia • 2011
• 115 min • Blu-Ray
Review by Pol Plastino — The Zone@91.3