I literally had to force myself to watch this film through to the end. The subject of the documentary, Chris Sievey, appears to me to be a modestly talented but wholly undisciplined artist, whose clearest identifying feature is that he is a total attention junkie. He composes and plays some mildly clever but ultimately worthless music, creates cute little cartoons of this and that, and somewhere along the line, invented a character with a papier maché head that he appears as in any venue that will have him. Mostly his audience seems to be a bunch of drunks who find him utterly charming and amusing. However, he is not my cup of tea, and his artistry seems more motivated by wanting the adulation of everyone he comes into contact with than anything else. At one hour and 45 minutes, this film was about an hour and a half too long for me. But for those who find Sievey's brand of "humor" amusing, I'm sure it is not nearly long enough. The rather sordid details of his personal life more or less confirm his narcissism and borderline sociopathy. Yet, ultimately what emerges is a portrait of a life, warts and all, that some may find rewarding. One last word of caution: the vast bulk of this film is old grainy, wavy-lined VHS home video footage of Sievey in his heyday. That, plus the cheesiness of his performances, will likely be a dealbreaker for many.
