The Runaways (2010)

The Runways is a tightly wound, low slung biopic that charts the epic rise of 1970s all-girl rock band. Let me tell you this… you will not find finer performances by Dakota Fanning as Currie or Kristen Stewart as Joan Jett.

Fanning and Stewart both have a devil-may-care bad-a$$ness, but it is far from clichéd. As Currie, Fanning strikes an indifference to the world around her to prevent the hurt that is ever near. Her pairing with Joan takes her away from an alcoholic father, a self-absorbed mother, and a dear sister. When we meet Joan, she is shopping in the men’s section and demanding that the music instructor teach her ‘Smoke on the Water’.  To which he replies "girls don't play electric guitars."

Paired up by legendary music producer, i.e., weirdo Kim Fowley (Michael Shannon) the two quickly become friends, joining forces as the meteoric rise to international fame brings the excesses of rock ‘n’ roll to their door.

If the film has one caveat it’s the running time. Not nearly long enough to explore this amazing group. Then again, only fans of the era and/or group would want to watch 2+ hours of this stuff. Sadly, the other two band members are relegated to footnotes. Drummer Sandy West (Stella Maeve) gets a mention when she and Joan first meet and actually start the band. And Lita Ford (Scout Taylor-Compton) is eye candy.  Currie gets the only family background as the film is based on her memoir.

As I see it, The Runaways is a visceral film. It’s gritty, excessive, dramatic, and beautifully surreal. But only the performances by Fanning and Stewart elevate the film from being average.