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The documentary itself is very interesting. The interview subjects are fascinating and the work they do is amazing. You'll never look at a plain piece of paper the same way. My inner nerd was particularly interested in the math and engineering aspects of paper-folding, and it's always nice to be reminded that the great artists do their best work when they're working under restrictions.

Alas, director Vanessa Gould inexplicably chose to narrate this herself, and her voice-over work is so annoying and affected that it just about submarines the whole thing. I had to watch it in small doses, even though it's only 50 minutes long. A good VO performer would have made all the difference.

Say what you want about something like "Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel" or "Wolverine", but at least they were made by people who knew the basics of movie making. Ya know, little things like making sure that it doesn't suddenly go from day to night to day again from one shot to the next, or the benefits of having two consecutive lines of dialogue that are related logically to each other, or finding actors who don't literally read from cue cards or stare at the floor to make sure they hit their marks.

After hearing about this movie's pure awfulness for so many years, I finally got to catch it on On Demand. I was hesitant to watch it because I didn't think it could possibly live up (or down) to my expectations. Needless to say, it did.

If you do choose to subject yourself to the pure bliss (or pure torture, depending on your tolerance for really bad movies) of ROTOR, make sure you stick around for the very end of the credits. No, there's no post-credits scene or anything, but you can amuse yourself with the fact that they even managed to mess up the copyright frame at the very end of the credits. It just says "(C)" with no year next to it, followed by "MPAA #" with no number next to it. My guess is that the MPAA sent it to the producers and nobody knew that they were supposed to fill it in before they inserted it. For we bad movie aficionados, it's just one more gift from the gods.

I think the positive reviews pretty much covered what I value in this documentary. It's great to see such unappreciated talent finally get its day in the sun, the Funk Brothers are a hilarious and energetic bunch of guys in front of the camera, their stories contain plenty of wisdom and humor, and of course all of the music is pure perfection. The ground-level viewpoint of a session musician working for Berry Gordy is a very valuable addition to Motown history, especially as he did everything in his power to keep them out of it.

It seems that most of the people who had problems with this movie are focused on the live performances, and particularly the choice of singers. While I found the songs worth listening to (and it was nice to finally see the guys playing together after 40 years), I suppose I'd justify the choice of singers in two ways:

(1) This was a low-budget movie, and there wasn't money to bring in the likes of Aretha Franklin, Bono, or Stevie Wonder, so the producers had to take what they could get in the form of Gerald Levert, Joan Osborne, and Bootsy Collins (a fantabulous bass player and undisputed funk icon, but nobody's idea of a great singer).

(2) It was a subtle attempt to prove the movie's thesis. If, indeed, the Funk Brothers were the secret ingredient in the Motown sound, what better way to prove it than to have them backing up some mostly* second-rate singers and STILL make it sound like a million bucks?

* - I exclude Meshell Ndegeocello from that generalization.