Dire egotistical writing (from director Timothy Scott Bogart) & an abysmal lead performance (Jeremy Jordan) make the charmless, clichéd, pure cringe "Spinning Gold" practically unwatchable, despite being the true '70s based tale of the rise of the likes of Kiss, Donna Summer, The Isley Brothers, Village People & Bill Withers (and the revival of Gladys Knight). Unfortunately Bogart finds his own dad (the crass producer / executive behind those acts) more interesting than them... but he aint, he's an odious, self-satisfied twerp (if the film's to be believed). Supports from the likes of James Isaacs, Lyndsey Fonseca & Michelle Monaghan don't save this turd... it stinks. Flush!
Review of Spinning Gold
