Last night I watched a remarkable documentary on Netflix. The title is “Last Days Here,” released in 2011.
It’s about about this indie record label archivist from Philly, Sean “Pellet” Pelletier, who becomes enamored with Pentagram, a 1970s metal band from Alexandria that was one of the pioneers of “doom metal.” Their music is not at all my cup of tea, but whatever.
For awhile Pentagram was on the verge of hitting it big, but they seemed mostly foiled at every turn by their talented though terrified-of-success, addict/egomaniac lead singer, Bobby Liebling.
After Pelletier discovers their music on his job, he tracks down Liebling and finds him living in squalor in the basement of his retired parents townhouse in Germantown, Md. The guy has wrecked his life on dope: methadone, heroin, Xanax and crack. Enabled by his feeble parents, he’s still using all of those heavily when Pelletier walks onto the scene, and six years of filming commences.
An odd friendship develops, deepens. and then … well, I don’t want to spoil it for you.
Watch this movie. You won’t regret it.