So no, Tight is not porn. There’s plenty of nudity throughout (again, entirely of the tame T&A variety), not only from the band members but also from some of their randier female audience members. None of the girls get along particularly well with each other, but their arguments—no matter how heated—aren’t really that interesting. Instead of the silly, sporadic mockumentary elements, Donnelly should’ve made this a full-on documentary and told us a little more about the band members. I’m not going to try and argue that Tight is a good band. However, for four women thrown together with very little rehearsal and sent out on the road, they do manage to muster up some energetic, punkish energy. The most genuinely funny sequence involves some joker who insists on sitting in with the band one night. His guitar licks are hopeless—and frequently in the wrong key. Tight does their best with a limited repertoire (how many times must we hear “Yellow Line Fever?”) and largely indifferent audiences.
The DVD includes a slew of bonus materials. There are lots of deleted scenes (unfortunately without a “play all” option), music videos, and—best of all—a couple of uninterrupted live performances. The film (which at nearly two hours is overlong by at least a half hour) unwisely chops up their live performances, never really giving us a chance to hear them play a song all the way through. And Alicia Andrews (who strongly resembles a hotter, younger Anna Gasteyer) is seen playing drums in an audition video. Again, the fact that she was able to hold the band together with steady drum patterns after only a few weeks of lessons (paid for at her own expense) is quite impressive.
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