“Intimate, raw, and unexpectedly funny… portrays the unbelievable journey of a man at the crossroads of life and death” — SXSW
“Never a dull moment… has more bizarre twists than any fiction” — Peter Keough – THE BOSTON PHEONIX
“It would've been enough for LAST DAYS HERE to reintroduce Pentagram into the cultural lexicon since, in fact, their music is worthy of rediscovery, but the film goes far beyond that. As Pelletier remarks late in the picture, "Anything bad Bobby Liebling will do for his heart, he'll do it - love, drugs, bacon pizza." Seeing his story is good for everybody else's.” — Stephen Saito, IFC.COM
Director: Don Argott, Demian Fenton
Cast: Bobby Liebling, Sean "Pellet" Pelletier
Producers: Sheena M. Joyce
Print Source: IFC Films
From the makers of ROCK SCHOOL comes a staggeringly terrific film that will surprise you at every turn and have you cringing, laughing and crying. Stop reading here. Just go see it.
LAST DAYS HERE is an astonishing fly-on-the-wall look into the dope-ripped life of heavy metal/doom rock pioneer Bobby Liebling, founder and vocalist of Pentagram. If you’re not familiar with the band, which formed in 1971 at the very dawn of metal (this year marks the 40th anniversary of their inception!), all you need to know is that Pentagram were — and are — good. Damn good. Black Sabbath good. Were it not for Bobby’s explosively self-destructive ways, they likely would have become one of the biggest acts of the ’70s. This is a group that the members of Kiss drove out into the middle of nowhere in order to watch jam. A group that Blue Öyster Cult’s manager, well used to extreme behaviour, was convinced were going to be huge and wanted to produce for a major-label album — until Bobby’s antics scared him off. At one point in the film, Bobby meets Pantera/Down founder Phil Anselmo, who’s positively starstruck, and it’s clear to see what could have been.
Today, Bobby is still in Pentagram, though the members are always changing and the band rarely performs live (Bobby has a history of torpedoing gigs minutes after they start). Now in his late fifties, he lives in his parent’s basement and suffers from extreme depression. Worse, he appears to be saddled with drug-induced psychosis, brought on by decades of self-abuse. His arms are scarred and riddled with torn skin. Bobby is isolated and suffering, yet outside, there are people he doesn’t know who adore him. One of these fans, Sean “Pellet” Pelletier, reaches out and offers not only to be his manager but to produce a new Pentagram CD, and get the band on tour and into the public eye. There’s only one pre-condition: sobriety. Bobby signs a contract to stay clean, clearly flustered that he needs to put down his crack pipe in order to hold the pen. The adventure begins.
Going against every expectation you could ever have from its subject matter, LAST DAYS HERE is neither rock doc nor junkie oblivion epitaph. The film documents a hugely talented, prematurely aged and borderline insane — in the bad sense — man, and the endless states of metamorphosis he goes through as he battles everything that’s wrong with him. Over the period of several years, we watch him age, grow younger, fall in love, go to jail... It never takes you where you think it will and it breathes with the unpredictability, humour and chaos of existence. This is a profoundly touching if dark affirmation that even the most tortured life is full of possibility, not to mention a moving depiction of how a fan’s love can change the life of his idol. As a bonus, it’s is packed with some of the crunchiest metal tracks you’ve ever heard. No joke, LAST DAYS HERE is one of the best films here.