Rather like the subject herself this is more a curio than a particularly rounded enterprise. It also starts rather slowly, although this is the non flashy style chosen for the documentary and as it progresses we see the wisdom of playing this all rather dead pan. By the time we have discovered that the now mid 50 year old Cynthia is more interesting than we first thought and that maybe the plaster cocks are imbued with some significance we have Camille Paglia making good sense and a New York gallery preparing an exhibition. Everyone is likable, the old rock people talking about their castings 30 years before, the young bloods giving it a go now and the ladies of the past giving us a glimpse of the world of the groupie all that long time ago. But likable despite everything is Cynthia herself as she struggles with her landlady, her distant mother and her pots of plaster. 'And what will you be wearing?' asks a prospective candidate, with a leer and it is clear that dressing sexy had never even occurred to her. And yes the Hendrix anecdote is priceless.