I love Q's movies. Love them, almost all of them, and even the ones I've watched less than others I've found pockets of characteristics in which to thrust my love into. However, as documentaries go, even as one supposedly about one of this generation's greatest filmmakers, this was horribly bland. In short, this was basically a circle-jerk for Q, conducted by some of the people he's worked with. Very little else is said other than "this guy is amazing", or "he's just a joy to work with". After the hundredth "this man really cares about film like no one else", I was ready to stab myself in the heart with a hypodermic dildo. And I have no love for Weinstein, he deserves an eternity in the darkest depths of Hell. But the shoehorn of his involvement with Q's movies felt artificial, like fake flavoring dripping from an otherwise tasty after-dinner desert. I thought this was supposed to be a documentary about Q's movies (which hardly anything new, if at all, is talked about). This was basically a roll of film that could've been titled with far more accuracy as "Everybody Loves Quentin Tarantino, but here's a cartoon about Harvey Weinstein that has little to no purpose".