On the one hand, Bussard's tales of driving back country roads and finding old 78's were engrossing. On the other hand, I have no idea if those folks knew the value of what they had when they sold the records to him. On the one hand, his enthusiasm for 78's is palpable. On the other hand, throwing his daughters LPs out the windows is psychotic. The movie presents all of this with the same tone, so its hard to parse.