You can't exactly blame Jones for leading such a clichéd rock-star life. You can, however, blame director Stephen Woolley for making such a clichéd rock-star film.

A typical, but very effective chronicle of yet another man's downfall in the black hole that is fame through rock and roll, and the complacent enabling of his friends and family.

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More than just another dead-celeb biopic, this is an effective evocation of the era in which Jones lived and died.

This is one of the worst of the year -- both '06 and '66.

When 'Stoned' veers away from the known facts of the Stones' story ... it [slows]. For anyone less than obsessed with such Stones arcana, it's hard to imagine how it could matter at all.

Wooley is more interested in emulating Nicolas Roeg's 1970 film Performance than in making the story his own. In style and content, this movie is a weak imitation.

Mostly what we see are breasts. Lots and lots of beautiful breasts.

a tiresome slog of uneven acting, artistry and technique...for fanatics of the material only, although it's possible getting oneself into the titular state may raise it up a notch. I can't be bothered to find out.

Stoned manages to take a potentially intriguing depiction of popular music genius and water it down into a story of predictable egos and trite love triangles.