A perfunctory documentary that at least manages to answer its title, if not its subtitle. Arguably the biggest reason why Nilsson is not more widely regarded by the general public is that he - in channeling the aesthetic of a real estate agent - lacked a certain star quality in an image-obsessed world.
I was introduced to Nilsson, never having heard of him before, despite learning a lot about Classic Rock early on, through the artist Netherfriends. It was his birthday. My memory of spending time with him compares to the gentle feeling I get listening to Nilsson. It seems his influence has honeycomb catacombs, built into the basements of fame, the strong foundation.
Only for the fans. I ended up watching the whole thing, but this could have been a far more probing cultural analysis of the times. Instead, we get a pretty straight-forward documentary with family photos over interviews with people who knew the cat. A missed opportunity.