Will the New Kurt Cobain Doc Spur More Sexist Hate for Courtney Love?
EntertainmentI DVR’d Montage of Heck and watched it a day after it premiered on HBO. I waited partly out of dread. Everything I’ve read about the Kurt Cobain documentary cast it as the most through and fascinating depiction of him ever—largely due to unprecedented access to home movies, journals, and a clutch of his Dr Demento-style tape recordings.
But even as a fan, I’ve had a hard time with the posthumous deification of Cobain. Not because he wasn’t treated like a god when he was alive—he was—nor because he didn’t deserve it. As someone who was a relatively disenfranchised, rural teen weirdo right when Nirvana started to blow up and calcify a generational shift, I know very well how much the overall culture shifted because of his presence. But as more time passes since his death, the lionization of his persona becomes increasingly rote—so much like the pedestal all the old mostly-white, always male rock gods, another man to elevate into the canon and transform into a personification of saintliness. Cobain, as followers of his career (and watchers of Montage of Heck) can surmise, probably would have hated that, even despite his fame-thirst. He was invested in women’s equality at a young age, even writing in a journal at 17 to be mindful not to dance in a way that made women uncomfortable.
But, shit, I watched Montage of Heck. I related to Nirvana’s music when it came out, all post-Reagan frustration and middle-class-value-smashing. And it truly was a beautiful documentary, depicting him more fully as a human person with a tumultuous origin and frenetic genius than we’ve ever received, even in thorough tomes like Charles Cross’s Heavier Than Heaven. There are delicate shots of Cobain playing as a flaxenhaired toddler, soundtracked by a xylophone interpretation of “All Apologies”—and then there are gruesome shots of adult Cobain holding Frances Bean in his lap for her first haircut as he nods out, face scabbed from the dope. It is a tragedy that does not pull punches, and also does a good job of retelling, through found footage, why he resonated so deeply at the time, why Nirvana became the number one band in the world so quickly. He gave a voice to anomie.
I recommend the documentary. But I was especially concerned with how it would treat Courtney Love, who is as vilified as Cobain is lifted up. She cooperated fully with director Brett Morgen, offering him access to the footage, and doesn’t hold back or try to censor what went on then. She admits to shooting up while pregnant, she admits to being high with Cobain often. She is frank and honest in both the archival footage (at one point, naked, she tells Cobain that she doesn’t want him to tour with other women) and in the present interviews, which offer a stark contrast: 2015 Love looks like an entirely different person.