Unfortunately, most of the film is given over to musicians, baked and bickering endlessly in recording studios.

A down and dirty mash-up of colourful sound and imagery.

It moves away from Russell to something else, somewhere else, to scenes and images that are beside the point. But that is the point.

Les Blank left a lasting influence on the Bay Area’s still-busy documentary filmmaking scene, perhaps even more so on the entire genre of music docs that go beyond performance footage to capture entire subcultures.