All involved should be shot!!!!

I can't believe that the overwhelming feedback on this movie in the user review section is positive. Without a doubt, this is the weakest, most blasphemous, most embarrassing thing I have every witnessed (on oh so many levels). If the writers or director have experienced a summer tour, I am grateful to never have bumped into any of them. They might as well have been blind. In the first place, summer tour is not something that happens on weekends away from prep school.
Regarding the after school message portion of the movie (which dominates it really), yes, there are those who get carried away on tour, likely because they have zero sense of identity as the film suggests. Why on earth, I wonder, did the film choose to focus on this tired story and champion it over the music scene itself? Why oh why is the lot scene in this movie at all. In the films context, any illusions to good music and these specific good times are arbitrary and shameless. This story might as well have taken place in the neo-Nazi circuit... oh wait a sec; I've seen that movie. Anyway, overly long and horrible story short, if you have any respect for yourself, do not watch this movie. If you enjoy films such as Breakin' or Thrashin' or other counter-cultural exploitation movies, get stoned and toss this one in for a laugh... unlike breakin' and thrashin, the laughs in Around the Fire (which might as well have been titled Chillin') are significantly fewer and further between - and it takes itself uber-seriously.
Finally, I will touch on the title... I RARELY IF EVER SEE OPEN FIRES IN THE LOT OR FESTIVAL SCENE! What is happening around this fire? Why are there so many people hanging around the same fire? Everyone doesn't love each other on tour as this film suggests (perhaps this is because people are people). Someone should tell these filmmakers that on top of the countless clichés they have felt it their duty to incorporate, THIS TITLE MEANS NOTHING! Being on tour is first and foremost about the music (as Tara Reid whines). The fire sequences are as meaningless and misplaced as the soundtrack choices themselves. This movie does nothing to suggest what is holy about this music in the first place. Instead, it randomly places good songs in situations that strive for realism but don’t exist. And if there was some prep-school-hippie who was to see and relate to the hardships of this character (pathetically “portrayed” by Sawa), I imagine he would be the most offended viewer of them all. In conclusion, *beep* this movie! *beep* everyone involved in its production (especially the art director) and *beep* every viewer who believes there’s any legitimacy to this whatsoever.


Its alright Ma, its life and life only