Despite this being a movie about Pennsylvania, my hometown of Pittsburgh got lumped in with Erie, a city 127.8 miles away. They showed Club Laga. Roboto and Graffiti, but that was about it, to be honest, outside of some still photography. Yes, despite two hundred interviews made for this film, the Steel City got the shaft. That’s alright. We’re kind of used to it.
This was made by Loren W. Lepre, who I am sure I was in the same ECW shows at Viking Hall as him, judging from his biography on IMDB. It’s great that someone made a movie about this, but basically, if you sat at Gooski’s and someone screamed at you about bands that they liked and no one else knows, this would be the same thing, minus the attitude, overwhelming cigarette smoke and oh yeah, we can’t go to bars any longer because we live in a nightmare hellscape.