With a title like “Cocksucker Blues”, its hard to imagine anyone lobbying for a mainstream release. Robert Frank’s travelogue documentary alongside the Rolling Stones and their 1972 American tour, “Cocksucker Blues” is part late 60’s Stan Brakhage-like experimentation and part backstage confessional. There are copious amounts of drugs used and naked women flailing about- everything we expect from a world class rock and roll band on tour! Leveraged by lawsuits for years but highly obtainable nowadays (complete with art museum showings), Frank’s infamous documentary is messy, unfocused and lacks any real compelling images. Choosing to intersperse concert footage with the band’s downtime, “Cocksucker Blues” is most interesting for its subdued moments when the Stones look and sound like ordinary guys… playing pool in a southern pool hall, being bored out of their wits on a long drive and critiquing their sound in a quaint hotel room circle.