The story and interviews seemed promising, but I couldn't stick it for more than five minutes because the pretentious cinematography made me seasick. An endless torment of blurred, overprocessed vintage footage and images lurching this way and that across the screen. Also, for anyone else out there suffering from photosensitive epilepsy, lots of unnecessary flashing, flickering, animated text. This style of presentation seems to be very fashionable these days among documentary filmmakers. Not among the public, I'm sure, but when one has enough grant money, one doesn't need to care what the unwashed masses would prefer to see (hint: something that doesn't actually make us sick.)
Everyone involved in the production of this documentary needs to be fish-slapped and sent back to film school.
Everyone involved in the production of this documentary needs to be fish-slapped and sent back to film school.