Ian Fraser “Lemmy” Kilmister is a fascinating character who, at 65, has an endless supply of anecdotes to keep any film afloat. Combine that with several interviews from peers and admirers, the film functions less as a documentary, and more as a swan song to a legendary rock icon. Olliver and Orshoski can’t seem to find a specific way to present their subject matter, and simply follow Lemmy conducting his day-to-day routine while interjecting minor details about his youth from time to time. This method is surprisingly effective at points, particularly as a means to establish Lemmy as a far more down to earth individual than one would assume. But the film’s two hour runtime, its sense of aimlessness begins to wear thin in its closing segments.
The interviews range in quality as well – Anthrax guitarist Scott Ian recalls a humorous incident involving Lemmy and daisy duke shorts that serves to exemplify the man’s nonchalant attitude. It was a simple anecdote that enables the audience to connect with an individual whose grizzled exterior could be confused as unwelcoming. But other interviews, particularly those involving Dave Grohl, come across and ill-prepared and amateurish, highlighting Olliver and Oshoski’s lack of direction. Nonetheless, Lemmy is presented in a way that I believe most non-fans (like myself) would be surprised by.