As a lifelong Floyd fan, I was gutted by this doc, which seems to be less about Syd the musician, Syd the creative genius, Syd the artist of my heart, and more about the people left behind in the wake of Syd's social decline. I loved Syd and mourn his loss each time I hear Shine On...but he gave what he gave, and I respect that his mental health declined. It's a tragedy, but it's a tragedy that's not about me. The film is rife with the bitterness and unresolved anguish of not only the interviewees but the filmmaker himself. It shows in the editing; unlike the recently issued Led Zeppelin doc, which gifts viewers with live footage of full length songs to celebrate the music, this doc has people TALKING DIRECTLY OVER SYD'S MUSIC. WT actual F? And the pretentious re-enactment scenes left me cold and wondering why - with scads of actual film footage of the band's journey in existence - that it was considered necessary or even preferable to create a contrived visual narrative that did not remotely support or enhance Syd's own story. I can't unsee this. The precious moments of gold - the complimentary things bandmates said about him, the footage of Syd at work - were completely overshadowed by the persistent British stiff-upper- lippedness that is baffled by one who runs counter to the establishment. Let Syd's genius be revered and honored, not shoved into a box of regrets that he snubbed your invitation to tea. Syd, you deserved better.