Watching aging musicians waxing poetic about their wild, creative days in California is like sitting around a recording studio shooting the breeze with cool old dudes.
It’s refreshing to see a documentary with no agenda, just one that’s factual and, believe it or not, a bit inspiring.
This isn’t really Moore’s typical rip-roaring anti-Trump tirade. It’s more of an anti-politician, anti-political party call to action.
The film tells the saga of a trio of triplets who were separated at birth and were reunited at age 19 by a series of random coincidences in 1980.
This isn’t a great documentary but Reynolds deserves applause and respect for getting his message out there, and this film is a decent enough way to do it. It’s good but not memorable, and the end result isn’t as uplifting as it should be.
Kindness and compassion is something we can always use more of, and this documentary lends a hand in spreading the notion of tolerance, sympathy, and grace in the face of adversity.