I’m frustrated that as a piece of non-fiction filmmaking, considering the subject, this isn’t better. It’s clearly very loving, and I learned a lot about Keith Haring... but some of this is so embarrassing, scattered, and, well, not good. That repeated James Bond/Inspector Gadget eye thing was unfortunate. And I can’t believe* they ended it with “And then he died...,” right after already discussing his memorial services at length, including Yoko Ono’s ghost whispering.
It’s forgivable because Keith Haring was so incredible, though. A Taurus Legend, indeed, who deserves a better documentary.
*I actually can believe it.