The talking head sections where they read diary excerpts are so jarringly terrible and cheap that they poison any possible insights you could gain from the material. Phony delivery, unnecessary shaky-cam, out of control pretention, etc. Take your pick from a laundry list of symptoms this terminally ill lump of a documentary has. Rather than these terrible drama school level performances, simply have a skilled narrator read the samples.
Given a 2 rather than a 1 for the novelty of having a compilation of each of these actors' worst performances. Go to Wikipedia, hit "random article," and use speech to text, and suddenly you'll be listening to a far far better documentary.
Given a 2 rather than a 1 for the novelty of having a compilation of each of these actors' worst performances. Go to Wikipedia, hit "random article," and use speech to text, and suddenly you'll be listening to a far far better documentary.