Ahh, the rock biopic. Rife with tropes and cliches and stereotypes, abundantly mythologizing and fetishizing their subjects beyond the pale... playing fast and loose with the facts and compressing years of music history into neatly packaged montages... they often end up being technically brilliant productions that lack any emotional resonance and usually leave more discriminating viewers feeling vaguely dissatisfied while the fans and enthusiasts come away feeling like they might have learned a thing or two about a singer, musician, or music group that they might admire or listen to. When they're good, they're really good, and when they're bad, well... you can still enjoy them. For every I'm Not There , you can bet there's a Great Balls Of Fire that still manages to entertain you even as it insults your intelligence. The extremes between good and bad, however, house a large berth that is highly subjective: is Oliver Stone's The Doors any worse than Taylor Ha