Sort of like a documentary version of clickbait, they get you in with this interesting premise of seeing what kind of an adult developed out of this interesting child of the sixties. Next thing you know, it's not about that kid at all, but the asshole documentarian instead, in some narcissistic baby boomer bullshit, as he unsuccessfully copes with the death of a decade, thirty-five years fucking dead.
Seemingly motivated by his own nostalgia and a lack of anything else interesting to do or say, this documentary was more about the filmmaker than it was about the subjects it claims to be focusing on. Unfortunately, both stories are typical and mundane. As naturally bittersweet as any memoir can be, this just wasn't interesting from either side of the story.
Arlyck takes cue from Apted's Up docs, finds 4-year-old star of his well-received student film for follow-up interviews 30 years later; but Ross McElwee is who he really wants to be. Lacking McElwee's humor, Errol Morris' gift for revealing his subjects, or a strong viewpoint to inform his commentary, Arlyck trusts boomer self-gaze & shameless, aimless 1960s nostalgia to propel film. Sean's a pretty nice guy, though.