Not a film for the stone cold sober…
One of the last films I watched during my maternity leave film festival, I was largely unamused by Tenacious D’s big screen debut. Sitting on the couch in the middle of the day, with an infant steadfastly attached to your nipple, is not the way to enjoy Jack Black’s special brand of mayhem and music. The Pick of Destiny is like Half Baked or The Wall or PCU or Friday or any of the great stoner classics – you need bongs and beer and whippets and pipes and ice cream and joints to get through it.
The Pick of Destiny tells the story of how JB and KG met, fell in love and created Tenacious D. KG rocks a wig and poet shirt for the first half of the film – have I ever told you how much I HATE poet shirts on guys? It’s pretentious, faggy and hippy. More than one of my friends’ ex-husbands were guilty of wearing that shit. I can look the other way if we were going to the Renaissance Festival, but we weren’t. Flowing garments do not make you look like a sensitive artist – they make you look like you lost your way to Lilith Faire after making a pit stop for tampons and a strawberry flavored douche.
Lots of celebrity cameos – Tim Robbins, Ben Stiller, Meat Loaf, Dave Grohl – too many to count. Meat Loaf busts out the singing for the first time in like a million years – why doesn’t he sing more? Dave Grohl reprises his role from the TV show as the devil. Why doesn’t he wear horns more?
The original Tenacious D TV show is actually funnier than The Pick of Destiny – if you had to pick something from Netflix, go with the TV show.