Released: 2011, Eagle Vision
Reviewer: Robert Williams
GOD BLESS YOU OZZY OSBOURNE is the first rockumentary to focus solely on one of heavy metal's pioneering Godfather's, namley, "The Prince Of Darkness" Ozzy Osbourne. This bio-pic is directed by Jaco Osbourne, Ozzy's own blood, whose had a first hand account of what it's like to live with the Ozz for as long as he can remember
GOD BLESS YOU OZZY OSBOURNE also features cameo appearances from family member's Jack, Aimee and Kelly Osbourne as well as such notables as Henry Rollins, Tommy Lee, Zakk Wylde (Do I have to mention Sharon?) who recall the crazy heyday of Ozzy's illustrious career and his various high's and low's with his notorious substance abuse problems... (Mostly high's as far as this documentary is concerned...)
Self respecting Ozzy fan's may wish to mute the appearance by Motley Crue's Tommy Lee; as things get a little "hard in the paint" when recalling a coked out incident on the infamous Ozzy/Crue tour of 86 that may or may not depict a true heavy metal icon smearing his own defecation with his hand upon a wall as a horrified drummer from Los Angeles makes a run for cover. Do they put over how crazy this bat head biting, ant sniffing, Alamo desecrating madman is? Yeah. You could say as much.
At the end of the day this film is an answer to MTv's not-so-brilliant depiction of the Ozzman as a bumbling, stuttering old fart so heavily medicated that he can't work a remote control. Whether Jack Osbourne's film will ultimately challenge that notion is left at the discretion of the viewer. Having said that, if you're in the market for a film with all of the classic hedonism, sex drugs n' rock n' roll-out the debauchery for Christ's sakes, this might be your flick, as there is plenty of access to excess to in the recountings of Ozzy's fabled career to behold.
Bottom line, I knew a bunch of shit about Ozzy walking into this film. I knew that he had a rough childhood. I knew that Tony Iommi had bullied him prior to his days fronting Black Sabbath. I had already heard the stories about sniffing ants and already heard Sharon's recollection of Ozzy nearly chokng her to death. Was I bored watching this film? Not really. I've always been a sucker for rockumentaries and as rockumentaries go, it just doesn't get much better than Birmingham's village idiot.
Bonus features include a question and answer panel with Ozzy and Jack, deleted scenes and a feature on the Tribeca Film Festival. This film mostly would appeal to die hard enthusiasts of the Ozz-man and curious onlookers who have about as much of a clue about Ozzy as George Bush at the infamous White House dinner; and by that I mean you've probably heard this all before, if you live and die for this stuff you'll be entertained, if you're new to the game you'll be hooked, if you're me you'll grab another beer and throw on "Sabbath Bloody Sabbath".