Vinyl

Alan blows a lot of time on this film lamenting that he wishes he'd spent his life being a family man rather than being some guy on his own buying a lot of records. I don't want to judge too harshly, but it seems to me that a possible reason the guy has lucked out is he is both whiny and domineering judging from the way he conducts interviews, he doesn't seem to like other people in his life talking much or getting too much attention, again going by his interviewing style and how the film is edited.

The collectors interviewed all seem charming, relatively happy and very quirky to me and some had cool anecdotes. I would have enjoyed this film far more if that's what comprised the whole film, rather than the 'I'm in a hobby that's for freaks/ help me I think I have OCD/ what have I done with my life' ramblings. Also the scene where Alan tries to scam on a female collector by trying to seduce her with an elevator muzak version of Over the Rainbow is as others have pointed out, very creepy.

Daniel Richler and Don McKellar look like they have great collections, it would be great if they were in the film for more than 30 seconds each.

Vinyl does deliver on its promise of delving deeply into the psyche of record collectors and their hobby/habit/obsession. What I didn't expect (and regretted slightly) was the filmmakers constant maudlin monologues on his state of mind. While funny, and occasionally actually making sense, and even sometimes referring to record collecting they got very distracting. I just wished he would shut up after a while so we could get back to the real stars.

And what a motley collection of obsessives are gathered in this hour and a half. Ranging from the guy who wants to collect every song ever produced, to the gal who stands by in comatose shock as her baby jumps all over her vinyl collection, emitting satisfying crunching sounds as her posterior meets its target.

Offering real insights into what could be described as an affliction, Vinyl covers a lot in its time and while proffing up many belly laughs perhaps gets a bit too serious about its subject matter. Satisfying nonetheless.

Finally caught the documentary about insaneo record collectors, which since I am an insaneo record collector myself is of interest. There's lots of hilarious stuff, like the guy who is trying to get every record ever made in 'the world' but never thought of, like, Asia; or how about cinema-theorist-for-hire Geoff Pevere admitting that he threw 2000 records in a dumpster because he couldn't stand the thought of anyone else owning them. There's also lots of confrontational stuff where Zwieg, quite reasonably, tries to get these people to face up to what idiots they are being. A couple of them get very far out. But whatever's going along up top, way back in the distance somewhere you can hear this droning 80s infomercial music which I guess is supposed to be the movie's soundtrack. In a movie at least tangentially about music, is this some kind of bizarre attempt at irony? Docked a notch for that lazy sh*t.

Watched this and did not get the film I was expecting. Its called Vinyl and it talks about being a film about record collecting but its just as much, if not more, about the film maker himself.

Having just watched another documentary that felt very fake, false and constructed what you get here feels completely honest and thats what makes it interesting and involving. I think many of us are collectors of one thing or another and will certainly relate to some of the people in the film.

Very well edited too, while you might want to see and hear more about the records in this film, that is not what the film is ultimately about.

This is an odd film made by a local Toronto filmmaker who interviewed record collectors in their homes and in their favourite haunt--the record store. For those who enjoyed High Fidelity and thought that Nick Hornsby's novel was a rip off of their life story, wait until you see this one! The director's thesis is that record collectors are obsessive compulsive and are using this pursuit to make up for something that is inherently missing from their lives.

This is a very entertaining film. I'm not a record collector but one of my friends was featured in the film. I went on a lark and left feeling like I had voyeuristically ventured into someone's dusty garage.