The selfish and boring Ricki and The Flash deserves to be booed off the stage. Review by Matt Cummings As a former collector of rare outtakes from a certain Canadian power trio, I saw experience repeating itself with the Meryl Streep/Johnathan Demme sing-along Ricki and The Flash . Back in my 20's I bought Rush rarities because these backstage moments of soundchecks and jam sessions were deemed to be worth something. But just like this film, those rarities remained so for a reason: they weren't worth of airplay, which is the same feeling I got from this absolute bomb. The plot, which centers around the bar-band singer Ricki (Streep), could have amounted to something. Abandoning her children at a young age to become the next Lita Ford, 20 years later she's stuck in a Central California dive bar, living in squalor and seen by her children (Sebastian Stan among them) and her ex- (Kevin Kline) as a failure. But when her daughter Julie (Mamie Grummer) tries t...