You'd think someone interested in the art of filmmaking or film history or the evolution of a director or even an actor might have been interviewed. But no, it's just an endless parade of man-child dolts (and one woman or two) blathering on about how they've turned their houses into mini-Blockbusters filled floor-to-ceiling with gory D-grade horror movies. I'm a collector, too, and am appalled at the black eye this "documentary" gives us. Really, if any of these guys ever got off their duffs (or had the intelligence), they should have been proctologists since they relish cinematic excrement so highly.
Review of Physical Media Lives
