More weeper than rock doc, “New York Doll” dramatizes Arthur “Killer” Kane’s plummet from glam rock prince to Mormon Church librarian. Kane was the bass player of the New York Dolls, a group that flared long enough to influence dozens of other big-name bands, before drugs and alcohol took their toll. Tyro helmer Greg Whiteley chronicles Kane’s preparation for a poignant reunion of the Dolls, orchestrated by Brit rocker Morrissey, a longtime Dolls fan, before the tale takes a tragic turn. If nothing else, the disc’s paltry extras hint at what the film might have been.
Music fans, for example, may have enjoyed more tales from the Dolls’ heyday, the crazed era of CBGB and Studio 54. But Whiteley explains in an interview (there’s no commentary track) that he cut out those scenes because he didn’t want the film to play like a VH1 “Behind the Music” segment. And Morrissey, in his unedited interview, speaks of Kane’s bitterness and anger with a passion rarely found in the film. The only other extra worth noting is a fairly odd hymn sung by former band mates David Johansen and Brian Koonin, which is sure to make even Dolls fans cringe.