zackclemmons’s review published on Letterboxd:
Didn't have the fortitude to finish this one, an impressively footage-full reel of why Kevin B., and by necessary extension, of Montreal, is the worst. Creative? In abundance. Talented? You bet. But whose only semi-cogent response to the trials and travails of human life, and the demands of not even morality but basic human decency, is escapism into a borrowed transgressive-psychedelic pseudo-hedonism.
Seriously the only good music doc is One More Time with Feeling.