It's cool! That's amazing! It's heavy man. Amazing! Cool!
Judging by the simple, uninformative narrative and hip vocabulary this poor excuse for a documentary seems to be aimed at the 13-15 year old market. The camera pans jerkily all over the place and scenes cut chaotically (granted, that is a popular if irritating US habit). Twenty-five minutes worth of material is stretched out to 45.
Don Wildman, the so-called "talent" who fronts the piece prances around like a teenager high on something. The only clue that he's an adult is the lack of personal grooming. Here's a couple of tips. Grow a beard before going on camera, or shave first. Looking like a homeless person...not a pleasant look. And take voice lessons. Did I mention Wildman thinks everything is amazing and cool?
Judging by the simple, uninformative narrative and hip vocabulary this poor excuse for a documentary seems to be aimed at the 13-15 year old market. The camera pans jerkily all over the place and scenes cut chaotically (granted, that is a popular if irritating US habit). Twenty-five minutes worth of material is stretched out to 45.
Don Wildman, the so-called "talent" who fronts the piece prances around like a teenager high on something. The only clue that he's an adult is the lack of personal grooming. Here's a couple of tips. Grow a beard before going on camera, or shave first. Looking like a homeless person...not a pleasant look. And take voice lessons. Did I mention Wildman thinks everything is amazing and cool?
