I cannot listen to his music without having a mental breakdown and sobbing on the floor for an hour. As one person said to me " he is bleeding in every chord,in every word he wrote - maybe that's why we feel so close to his music,maybe that's why it hurts and heals at the same time". But as a documentary...i wanted more concentration on Elliott and less background details which are completely unnecessary.
While I thank the gods the director wasn't trying to decipher the sphinx in a 120 or less (directors who try it almost never get it right), I was somewhat underwhelmed. Don't get me wrong, it is a trully joyous celebration of this beautiful person//body of work and the archive material is really worth your time (specially the disarming radio interviews), but I wish we had a little more time on Elliot than streets.