The film, on the one hand, is mesmerizing. It mesmerizes with the stunning music, the perfectly chosen soundtrack. And first of all it is for those who cannot pass by the slogan "a tale in the style of rock and roll" indifferently. The atmosphere of the concerts is so wonderfully conveyed, from the first minutes you immediately get there, in the crowd of spectators, where the 80's are outside the club walls, and the local rock star is charmingly singing on the stage. And on top of that, more than once while watching it, I think about the skill of the cameraman. Sometimes the shots and perspectives are so well constructed that an already beautiful scene becomes even more memorable. There's the deserted night city, the industrial areas, the neon signs of advertisements and dozens of bikers riding out in slow motion from around the corner. There's such a special somber charm to everything.
It's more complicated with the plot. It is clear that it is as old as the world. But here, and with the embodiment of not everything is smooth. The dialogues are often lacking in substance, and the characters' actions frankly strike with their complete lack of logic, and the whole thing looks more like a parody of an action movie. But since the movie is announced as a fairy tale, to be more exact, a fable, so we should take it accordingly, and, evidently, no one was going to pretend to be believable.
But still the pluses outweigh the minuses, and the film leaves a pleasant, favourable impression. It is a kind, light film of a bygone era in which rock'n'roll is definitely alive.