The following review is courtesy of the Hollywood Reporter:

You don't have to be a metalhead to love Lemmy, an awestruck depiction of a rock god whose eccentricities and longevity make him one of the music industry's more fascinating characters. Wes Orshoski and Greg Olliver's film clearly is fan-made, but the testimonials they collect are wide-ranging enough, and their firsthand material entertaining enough, to convey the subject's appeal to audiences beyond the metal crowd. The film premiered at the South by Southwest festival.

Lemmy Kilmister, whose band MOTÖRHEAD stands alongside BLACK SABBATH as a forebear of heavy metal, emerges as a character who's as strangely agreeable offstage as he is imposing behind the microphone. If the serpentine facial hair and fondness for Nazi memorabilia create a scary facade, the man is surprisingly soft-spoken and good-humored -- and will talk with any fan who approaches him at Rainbow Bar and Grill on the Sunset Strip, where he sits at the bar for hours at a time, playing a trivia game and downing cocktails.

In drug and alcohol consumption, Lemmy apparently rivals rock's most legendary ingesters; in interviews with his old HAWKWIND bandmates, we learn that he might not have been fired from that group had he just stuck with psychedelics. While he was with them, though, he helped make the band, according to Pulp's Jarvis Cocker, "the prog-rock group that punks were allowed to like."

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Lemmy was directed and produced by Greg Olliver and Wes Orshoski, who spent three years shooting the long-awaited documentary. Lemmy captures the 64-year-old embodiment of the sex, drugs and rock and roll lifestyle as he travels the globe, relaxes at home and plays to sold-out audiences from Seattle to Moscow, among several other surprises. It finds Kilmister candidly opening up about his life and career, and features appearances by such friends/admirers as METALLICA, DAVE GROHL, SLASH, OZZY OSBOURNE, Billy Bob Thornton and professional wrestler Triple H.