This plays like more of a publicity film than a true "making of documentary, and is pretty paltry in detail and sanatized for your protection in comparison to, for example, Robert Greenfield’s book Exile on Main St.: A Season in Hell with the Rolling Stones. Strange, too, that they would leave in the odd factual error/misremembering here and there, such as when Don Was eludes to this record and and Apocalypse Now being made at about the same time and being emblematic of a cultural shift from the ‘60s to the ’70s (Exile was released in May of ’72, Apocalypse not until August ’79). Those caveats aside, this film is mostly outtakes from Robert Frank’s Stones never-officially-released Cocksucker Blues, so it works as a sort of trailer for the album (which is one of the high points not only of rock music but of Western art in the 20th century), and the bits with Mick Taylor (an outsider even while he was a member of the band) Jake Weber (now an actor, then a eight year old rolling joints for Keith and Anita’s house guests), and irrepressible sax man Bobby Keys are a better accounting of themselves at the time the album was recorded that Jagger-Richards-Watts are willing (able?) to provide themselves.