Rodney Bingenheimer is his name. If it doesnt ring any bells, then it probably means youre not a) Mick Jagger b) David Bowie c) anyone else whos been big on the US music scene from the 1960s onwards. So, fellow plebs, nows your chance to find out all about the man who the stars love but, at the same time, appear to have been keeping to themselves. Or, at least, it would be your chance to find out all about him, were it not for the fact that George Hickenloopers documentary film is so massively uninsightful.
Using talking-head interviews with the man himself and the A-listers who seemingly cant get enough of him, combined with a smattering of archive footage, Hickenloopers flick purports to tell the story of a man who started out life as the school nerd, progressed to glorified rock groupie, and now sits as one of Americas most influential radio DJs. It seems like a fascinating story, but unfortunately its one that the director struggles to tell with any lasting effect.
Of course, we do get to learn some things about Bingenheimer. A trip to his house, which looks just one step up from a special tramps edition of MTV Cribs, reveals that hes made very little money from his career. We discover he was turned down for Davy Jones part in the The Monkees, but was kept on as a look-a-like. And, most interestingly of all, we get the occasional brief glimpse of what he really is: a sad, nervous and deeply-insecure little man. Then again, with that appalling haircut its hardly surprising hes not Mr Confidence.
But theres no delving, no analysis, and no pressing Bingenheimer for his opinions on love, life, music or anything else that might have been interesting. I ejected the DVD knowing who Rodney Bingenheimer is, but nothing about what makes him tick.