Bad directing, bad lighting, bad acting. Heck, even the music was bad, and this was a film about a rock band that you were supposed to be rooting for.
At my house, when we say a film was a real stinker, we compare it to Hanging on a Star.
So far, no matter how bad a movie was, nothing has dethroned this example in the last 30 years. Lane Caudell's mother would love it.
Like vanity book publishing, and vanity records, this film came off as pure vanity. Portraying Lane as star in a movie didn't make him one because both the film and Lane were lame.
