The documentary, while aggrandizing Szukalski does a good job of showing him warts and all and putting him and his life in perspective. I found his ego very off-putting. I wasn't that impressed with his artwork, though he was certainly a good artist and more than competent. It's easy to see why he hasn't been established as one of the greatest artists of the 20th century as his art seems very of his time, though he has interesting influences and his blending of European influences with Native American art and the iconography of early human artifacts. His art fits in with art that tells a story and uses iconography and is monumental in its approach. He certainly lived an interesting life that was a part of history. His greatest tragedy is ultimately that of most of us, even those of us lesser than him, which is that life and history pass us by. This was obviously very hard for him to process. But he maintained a prolific and searching existence which is quite commendable. He ended up by being a kind of outsider artist who traveled down his own quirky path. As it is this documentary is a very good portrait of the human struggle and our mad need to make something of ourselves. In that respect I would say that it is better than the sum of its parts.