My buddy Charli has been referring to this movie a masterpiece for almost a decade now, referring to it as a sort of peak of auteur autism, and so I finally revisited the thing (first time since I was like 7), and hey, she was right, it's actually p dope. This is undoubtedly the Metal Machine Music of cinema. "LISTEN TO MY HOOVES," cries Tom Green, subjecting us all to his exuberance, to his mad vision.
You could make a case that The Beginning: Making 'Episode I' is a found footage horror film; all the pieces are here: the raw, unaltered footage; the tragic, dramatic irony and foreshadowing; the sense of dread in anticipation of the calamity the viewer knows awaits them on the horizon. It truly feels like whoever had filmed this looked on in despair in the face of swirling oblivion and abandoned their post, leaving their voiceless account of just what happened sprawled bare across the editing room floor.