Of course there are irritants at a mega music festival like Osheaga. Don’t go with the glitter makeup look. Euphoria in Saint-Jérôme, the angry mobs that form in the corridors of traffic (go ahead, ordeal!), the $15 aperitif spritz that tastes like water, or the ubiquity of clothing sponsored by Garage boutiques.
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But at least Parc Jean-Drapeau isn’t collapsing under mountains of plastic waste, security keeps an eye on festival-goers, and chemical toilets aren’t being dumped into a sea of brown sludge that stoned music lovers take as their toilets. .
In short, nothing to do with the Woodstock fiasco of July 1999, as shown in the disturbing Netflix documentary miniseries Train Wreck: Woodstock 99 (Classic Mayhem: Woodstock 99), which can be devoured in French, in English and in one night.
Just three one-hour episodes, each of which tells a day in the harrowing story of this gigantic meeting orchestrated at a military base in the city of Rome, in the State of New York. It is both captivating and disgusting. Is better than Woodstock 99: Peace, Love and Ragefeatured on Crave.
The construction of the episodes Train Wreck: Woodstock 99 It cleverly reproduces the tension that rose above the scorching asphalt of an old runway that was home to Korn, Metallica, Limp Bizkit, Rage Against the Machine, Megadeth and Kid Rock, among others. On Fridays it doesn’t smell of patchouli like in 1969, but of optimism. The young people pitch their tents, drink beers and wander happily like their parents 30 years ago.
On Saturday things get ugly, especially when Limp Bizkit singer Fred Durst encourages his 250,000 fans – already crazy as hell – to make a ruckus about the notes of the piece. Break things. The collective mood darkens. And on Sunday, it turns straight into chaos and destruction. Riots, rapes, vandalism, massive fires, the vast land of Woodstock is transformed into a war zone.
Even today, the organizers of Woodstock 99 pass the buck when it comes to naming those responsible for the disaster. A handful of spoilsports poisoned the air! These were just isolated incidents, frankly! The same aggressive music groups caused the overflows!
This excellent Netflix documentary rightly highlights the greed of the Woodstock 99 organizing committee, which siphoned off the youth’s money and then abandoned them in a vacant lot. By cutting corners on rubbish collection, hiring incompetent security guards, raising food prices to ridiculous levels, and neglecting to provide basic sanitation, the festival’s masterminds lit the first match in front of a huge powder keg filled to the brim. top.
Add to these irritants the sweltering heat, drug use, exhaustion, contaminated drinking water, and lack of adequate security for everything to erupt into violence. The third episode looks like a horror movie.
Archival footage from the Netflix miniseries amply shows a troublesome and majority group in the Woodstock 99 crowd: angry young white men. You know, those who walk on their bellies, in cargo shorts and who yell at women: show me your balls, tabarnak! They there. Surely members of some fraternity, these “bros” with atrophied brains took advantage of the spirit of bacchanal to attack women and destroy everything. Good group of champions.
On camera these young exemplary can be seen waving, smashing, jumping, yelling and spitting their anger. They contaminate their comrades with their poisonous energy, which spills out at the sound of nookieLimp Bizkit or monster on a leashof Korn.
We agree: the “testosterone” and “nu metal” lineup did nothing to instill love and peace at Woodstock 99. When Jewel and Sheryl Crow took the stage with their softest pop-rock, they were booed and profusely insulted. Boo, come out ladies, we want to see your boobs!
And the worst idea in the world: the organizers gave out 100,000 candles during the performance of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, the last to sing at Woodstock 99. Of course, the candles were used to light fires, hello. Instead of calming down the crowd, Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers continued with the cover. Fireby Jimi Hendrix. Viewers saw it as a sign of scrappy spirits, while Kiedis swears he wanted to honor Jimi Hendrix’s sister by reproducing this classic.
Train Wreck: Woodstock 99 he doesn’t look at himself with a laugh like the documentaries that were made at Fyre Festival. There’s a grim, seedy aspect to Woodstock 99 that makes you sick. Perched on the neck of his guitar, the little dove of 1969, who nevertheless saw others in her time, had to close her eyes before this sad show of debauchery.
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