We got to see it this weekend courtesy of Netflix.... As a film, I hated it. As footage of Zorn, who I've never seen live or even video of, it was worth it for the raw footage alone. I never imagined that Zorn would be this sort of cranky-yet-amiable NERD. I love that! I always imaged that Zorn would be a sort of somber blowhard, along the lines of Alan Licht - but instead, he's this big, enthusiastic, loveable nerd. Seeing the gamepieces in action explains so much, and I'll probably always hear the Cobras and Xu Feng and etc. with a new appreciation and understanding. I also loved that song that played throughout the film - it sounded like something from "The Gift" with twanging Ribot guitar and Baptista percussion, but then had Zorn playing straight sax over it. Anyone know what that was? Now, for the poo poo - I hated the director. I wanted to slap her. She was irritating, creepy, and made the whole thing feel so contrived. I also hated - HATED - the staged/re-enacted crap and the fake voiceover work that filled the film. It was all supposed to sound "candid," but just sounded incredibly fake and unconvincing. The worst was when Zorn "woke her up early in the moning" with a phone call, when it was obvious that the entire thing was staged and created using voicovers and editing in later footage of Zorn on the phone with someone else. Yuck! andrew