The infamous late-90s film adaptation of The Island of Dr. Moreau is a textbook example of what happens when you combine way too much money with way too little artistic passion. My reaction when I heard they were making a documentary about it was similar to what I imagine most people in the general populace's would be: "Why?" But that question gets cleared up within minutes of the beginning of this, as it becomes abundantly evident that Richard Stanley wasn't just some director who got fired off of a movie, but a guy whose career, maybe even his entire life had been leading up to his chance to tell this story, to capture violent dog-person births onscreen and to lick the blood up afterwards. He lost the job, but he also lost a lot more than that - I'm reminded of the Sturgill Simpson lyric: "Some say you might go crazy, but then again it might make you go sane."