As a fan of Paul Williams I was looking forward to this documentary. Indeed I was heartened when the director, Stephen Kessler, begins his film explaining what a fan he was of the era in which Paul Williams was well... Paul Williams, and how big a fan he was of the man himself. Alas, we never get to see into Paul Williams.
Unbelievably, while "Phantom of the Paradise" and fan conventions for that film is where Kessler's story starts, the director never delves into just what made "Phantom of the Paradise" so special to so many, never asks Paul Williams about the film, his inspiration, his contributions to the film. It might as well have never happened. Hello?! Mr. Kessler?! Maybe peal back the onion a bit on "Phantom of the Paradise"? Ask a few questions about the film? I was waiting... nothing.
The film only begins to show what it could have been at the very end where we finally see into what Paul Williams thinks of all this, what he once was, and his career. But unfortunately it's too little too late. Even the uplifting ending comes off as manufactured and trite. Like after knowing each other for over 2 years Paul just happens to mention, "Oh... I got VHS tapes".
I trust there's a future in Mexican food commercials for Mr. Kessler. At least there, in the one we saw in his documentary, we saw the cheese in the burrito.
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