Initially I thought the documentary was going to be about a collector who buys nostalgia from high profile murder cases. Instead what I got was a 50-year colorado hippie manchild who tries to document his own boring existence, rubbish artifacts, basically other people's junk. The guy this documentary is based on is just plain creepy. I don't mean that in an interesting way I mean that in a pure child bicycle fetish way. The so-called filmmaker is interviewed through this entire movie by a man who doesn't really add anything to the film other than laugh at the financer's jokes. I think they're jokes. They seem to spend an equal amount of time putting the camera on the man interviewing the filmmaker. It's all quite strange. Very little content, nothing nostalgic or interesting, no shocks or hidden finds, it's all just hype and clickbait. It's pretty much what you would expect given the region it's filmed in (Denver). Basically if you're in the mood for watching a college film project, made by a 50-year-old, who can't decide whether he's a hippie or whether he's a 10-year-old (Yes my nephew has a haircut just like his), oh I give up explaining anymore. It's just depressing to watch. It basically represents everything you think of when you think of the last 4 years. The generation gap, the phoniness, the fake accents, the girl who has a deeper voice than the man she's interviewing. These are just a few of the things that distract from any content this film had an opportunity to share but didn't because lack of a storyline, lack of a plot, just lack of anything interesting to share in this so-called collectors junk collection.
Review of JonBenet's Tricycle
