Beyoncé is the star, executive producer, narrator, co-writer and co-director of this film, which pretty much tells you what the real purpose of this "documentary" is. Only the true "beylievers" could enjoy this, for only Beyoncé's biggest fans could look beyond the amount of superficiality and narcissism in this film. It's essentially just the film equivalent of taking lots of flattering pictures of yourself.
Beyonce talks into her laptop camera like a narcissist staring at them self in the mirror with complete delight and fascination while she desperately tries to make herself appear a deep and thoughtful artist, but fails miserably because she's actually just a manufactured pop star.
Despite the fact that she dances around in tight clothes and sings subservient songs about men putting "a ring on it", Beyoncé also seems to think she's an authority on feminism, saying: "It's not about equal rights; it's about how we think." Ironically, I am still thinking that one over.
There is also one moment where Beyoncé hilariously lacks perspective and complains that this current generation is too obsessed with image and superficiality, when this is a superficial documentary that she made in order to enhance her image.
The only thing I learned from this film is how surprisingly unintelligent Beyonce is.
