Nick Newman’s review published on Letterboxd:
First time a movie’s made my ankles hurt from foot-wagging. Septuagenarian Russell Mael lifting weights and doing squats as funny as any image in Edgar Wright’s filmography.
I am the person who will beam when Christi Haydon appears so there are qualms about not enough time for Angst In My Pants, Gratuitous Sax needing its own doc, etc. This also sits as evidence of one specific fan's perspective, and at ~140 minutes I didn't detect skimping; within that runtime I'm inundated by footage and photography that’s completely new to me.
A strong case of allowing narratives to thread between archival material and interviews: certain is underlined and a kind-of thesis, quite a bit not — among other things a great story about the difficult personal choices presented by an artistic career.