joerumrill’s review published on Letterboxd:
Came away from this thinking one thing: my, what a talented greeting card writer!
Just kidding. One of my earliest memories is my dad playing me Frogs With Dirty Little Lips when I was a toddler, and it making me really happy. I was a major Zappa freak (aka pretentious snob) all through high school, right on up until college when I rejected him cold turkey in favor of Back From the Grave comps and Smithsonian Folkways recordings - embracing a newfound belief that music was better the simpler it was. I still kinda think that to an extent...but then I also hear a thing like Let’s Make the Water Turn Black or Echidna’s Arf and realize: damn I fucked up big time. Simple, complicated...it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s got marimbas and sax honks, I’m in.
Maybe one of the best documentaries I’ve ever seen?