Don Argott, who visited STF last year with his film ART OF THE STEAL, returns with his brilliant earlier work also set in Philadelphia.
Reviewing the film for the New York Times review, Manohla Dargis wrote about ROCK SCHOOL:
There’s one thing you can say about Paul Green, the extravagantly voluble, relentlessly belligerent, sometimes wearisome center of the nonfiction film “Rock School” : He doesn’t worry about picking on someone not his own size. If anything, to judge from the evidence in Don Argott’s alternately hilarious and alarming documentary, Mr. Green’s pedagogic style appears predicated on the idea that if you spare the insults, derision and eardrum-piercing assaults, you spoil the child. Then again, perhaps Mr. Green is simply trying to prepare his young charges for the inevitable hearing loss that comes with a life hooked to squealing electric guitars and fully cranked amplifiers.
As Mr. Green eagerly explains in the film, Mr. Green is the founder and director of the Paul Green School of Rock Music. That’s P-A-U-L, space, new word, G-R-E-E-N. Founded in Philadelphia, Mr. Green’s establishment is essentially a music school with a Ray Davies kink: instead of sawing on violins, massacring classics out of the Suzuki method books, his students (ages 8 to 18) throttle electric guitars, bash drum kits and generally make like pint-size rockers. Forget Vivaldi; here, Ozzy rules, as do Zappa and Zeppelin.
Remarkably, he even makes Jack Black – who played a music teacher very much like Mr. Green in the Richard Linklater fictional film “School of Rock” – look positively unplugged.