Stoned 2005

Michael Wilmington, Chicago Tribune: In the end, a Stones (or a Jones) movie with no Stones songs is itself a bit like death by misadventure. Read more

Joel Selvin, San Francisco Chronicle: Almost so bad it's good. Almost. Read more

Keith Phipps, AV Club: Apart from Considine, the actors all deliver superficial performances beneath several layers of slathered-on Summer Of Love drag, and Woolley's use of multiple film stocks and flash-cut editing jumbles together a bunch of '60s filmmaking cliches without Read more

Ty Burr, Boston Globe: Even The Doors looked like a model of clarity next to this. Read more

Kevin Crust, Los Angeles Times: The film fails to establish Jones' significance to the band or why his death should be seen as anything other than just another rock 'n' roll casualty. Read more

Owen Gleiberman, Entertainment Weekly: It never truly reveals who Brian Jones was before he fell apart. His indulgence, and his demise, play out in a void. Read more

John Patterson, L.A. Weekly: This half-forgotten '60s controversy can't sustain a whole movie, so director Steven Woolley and writers Neal Purvis and Robert Wade pad things out. Read more

John Anderson, Newsday: Played with such an utter lack of charisma by Leo Gregory, Jones comes across as a rocker so drug- and ego-addled he doesn't have enough sense to lie down. Read more

Jack Mathews, New York Daily News: The good news here is that Woolley and his writers have taken the mystery surrounding Jones' tragic 1969 death as their main interest, and have adopted as fact the long-cherished rumor that the blond rocker's drowning was a case of murder. Read more

Stephanie Zacharek, Salon.com: It's fun, for a while, to hang out with the temperamental rock star. But in the end, we can't wait to get away from the man. Read more

Colin Covert, Minneapolis Star Tribune: Leo Gregory's performance as Jones fails to capture his rebel charisma, and the film, like its subject, winds up all wet, floating without direction, and lifeless. Read more

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Claudia Puig, USA Today: Most of the movie is a tired sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll cliche, and many of the performances are so bad as to be laughable. Read more

Leslie Felperin, Variety: Mines the story of Rolling Stones co-founder Brian Jones for a note-perfect pastiche of Swingin' '60s style, but is less satisfying in other departments. Read more

Jessica Winter, Village Voice: The rock hero starts out dead and so does the movie. Read more

Desson Thomson, Washington Post: A flat riff on Jones's short life. You'll get the highlights but no sense of what made him special -- or what really haunted him. Read more