call me a glutton for punishment . i have now see this wretched rock fantasy three time and and think i can safely call it a day after this . bluntly and there be nothing remotely believable about satisfaction . for starter and why would a group of rockin and freshly graduate from high school in 1988 girl spend their day play old r and b number . i can buy them perform the titular stone number and and c amon everybody be virtually impossible to ruin and but the cowbell driven take on knock on wood be awful and the reggae rific version of mr. big stuff be a joke ( and that joke just isn not funny anymore ) . only some very powerful psychotropics could possibly convince anyone that justine bateman liam neeson accompanied rendition of dedicate to the one i love be the future of rock and roll . and please when be the last time an all cover band be moot for a european tour . have that ever happen . i guess it nice that elvis costello collect a royalty check every time satisfaction play on tv ( the girl butcher mystery dance mid movie ) and but that not much compensation for what be otherwise a thoroughly awful film . awful and awful and awful .