Have you seen Hot Tub Time Machine?
I mean of course you have. Hot Tub Time Machine is one of those movies you can’t avoid. It’s like Richie Rich or Sister Act 2. If the TV schedules have a gap and they can’t fill it with inane celebrities talking about what they had for school dinners or why Queen/Only Fools And Horses/The 1980’s were the best thing ever, they put on Hot Tub Time Machine.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not hating on it. For a movie that crowbars in puke gags, jokes about middle aged men getting it on with High School Girls and Chevy Chase it does better than most. Hell I even own a copy of it myself.
Hot Tub Time Machine is popular because it hits the notes of the 80’s flashbacks so damned well and who doesn’t want to see Crispin Glover lose an arm? But the music is a tricky predicament. If you were a fan of hair metal in 1986 you’re supposed to look back on it now with flushed cheeks and wonder what you were thinking.
Mötley Crüe are an ideal band to lampoon in that context. They looked ridiculous at the time. Now you cannot imagine how that was ever considered acceptable. Poison too, who turn up and play live in the film, fit the same ‘Killed by Cobain’ image as Crüe. But here’s the rub…
I can’t pretend there’s any irony at work here at all. Home Sweet Home is a proper anthem. If Coldplay or Oasis or Foo Fighters had recorded Home Sweet Home it would not be hidden behind a wall of ironic posture and laughed at like it is in the end credits of Hot Tub Time Machine.
I’m not going to pretend The Crüe are misunderstood ill-appreciated geniuses.
I’ve always considered the band’s reputation far higher than their talent. Great image, impressive showmanship but the song writing isn’t exactly in the same class as their peers. There’s barely a decent song on Theatre Of Pain outside of Home Sweet Home. It was written by committee and was one of the bands few 80’s hits to not depend on the endorsement of strippers to put it into context. Never the less, it’s an amazingly good simple naive heartfelt song.