The trials and tribulations of a visionary filmmaker whose magnificent festerings are only held up by the persistent problems of others, who are invariably less talented than he is.
This is for people for whom watching the final, pristine cut of B-movies isn’t enough. They need the raw footage, before all the grandeur is stripped away by slick editing.
Actually in all seriousness it’s a documentary that’s as dull as the subject matter demands, unless it’s MST-ing itself, which is only occasionally.
Inspirational Quote: “I’m not Picasso. I’m more like the guy who paints Elvis on velvet.”
Grade: D