Snake-hipped, pseudo mind-expanding rock-god antics a-go-go, as Ollie Stone's brazen biopic buys into The Doors' front-howler Jim Morrison's self-mythologising. Yet it's that very immersion that keeps this film oddly compelling. Yes, its bullish deification of Morrison and his cod native Americanisms are naive, and the women are reduced to mere `ornaments', floating around at the edges of the action. But it's at least a potent perception of its era, with kicking concert footage and a suitably narcissistic lead performance from Val Kilmer. And while Stone's visual pyrotechnics may prove too much for some, it should be remembered that this was the first time the helmer let loose with his now-trademark optical excesses...

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Pretentious, provocative, no stranger to drugs: Stone or Morrison? Could be either and the director's excellent audio commentary fleshes out the parallels, dropping titbits on The Doors' history and Morrison's boho influences - Rimbaud, Blake and the like - as freely as the lizardly one did LSD. Commentary aside, this leather-panted package isn't as crammed as it appears. The behind-the-scenes material looks interesting, but it's a shame there's no sound on half of it. Don't get excited about having interviews and a Making Of, either; the interviews are mostly brief excerpts from the Making Of. Light my fire? Send up a few sparks, more like.