This didn’t need to exist. As an interviewer and interrogator of his subject Andrew Dominic utterly fails. This film is mostly an excuse to use a very expensive large b&w 3D camera and for Andrew to hang out with a musician he adores. 

Also the part where the camera zooms in and then enters the head and brain and back out the other side of the woman singing reminded me of all his terrible artistic choices he made in “Blonde”,…

I expected to love this. I did not. It was solid, but ultimately too piece meal. It just felt like a book with a few missing chapters. And some of the characters emotional back and forths were annoying. This is a common complaint of mine with older films — particularly John Ford’s. He’ll go from “we gotta save the girl!” to “here’s a slack stick gag!” to “actually let’s kill the girl!” inside of two minutes. It gives the viewer…