I've spent, like, thirty total minutes trying to contemplate the seemingly everlasting appeal of documentaries spliced together from real footage of wealthy and/or glamorous people being self-indulgent and/or tragic in the place known as Long Island, but I'm totally stumped as to why this very specific genre is so ubiquitous. It's probably all the time and money they have on their hands over there. The Windmill Movie is another one, and it opens this weekend, and it has Wallace Shawn in it (!), and I'll be first in line even though I'm still not even sure what it's about from this trailer.
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See also: Grey Gardens, Capturing The Friedmans, Crazy Love, and certainly a few I'm forgetting because this really does seem to be a thing. At the very least, we'll get to see un-self aware documentary subjects from back before reality TV ruined documentaries, so awesome. (Via Golden Fiddle.)
