Entering into an audience-film contract with a film that touts “the story of the last great American rock band” is a tricky one; and it comes with some strings attached. First, what does it mean for Foo Fighters to be “the last great American rock band?” Is that such a thing? Or more to the point, is such a thing possible? I’d been discussing the topic all day with friends and colleagues, trying to determine the answer. After 100 minutes spent with the band courtesy of director James Moll, I still don’t know if I have the answer. Perhaps I’m not qualified to give that answer. What I do know is that with his film, Moll gives us a bird’s eye view of their rise to fame and delivers to us intimate moments and insights. Seen through his lens, it doesn’t matter what you call them, but it’s impossible to deny that the Foo Fighters are an impressive group of men.