Absolutely the worst movie.

If the ambition is to provide two hours of instantly forgettable, popcorn-munching escapism, it succeeds.

Good films always raise compelling questions, whether the format is fiction or documentary fact.

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

Like his contemporary Charles Addams, Gahan Wilson had his own unique take on things- and, like Addams, it was more often than not ghoulish. As a kid, I marveled at Wilson's almost Basil Wolvertone-like renderings (which seem ridiculously simple until you try to emulate them)- and marveled even more at the bald-faced TRUTH of most of his observations; sometimes sarcastic, sometimes poignant, but always right on the money. If you haven't leafed through a Gahan Wilson collection, I recommend (as does Lewis Black in this documentary) you do so at the first opportunity: you WON'T be disappointed. (Footnote: Wilson can be seen in the 1990 remake of George Romero's NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD as one of the zombies who crowd around the heroes as they attempt to make it to the gas pump: he reaches over another zombie to try to get at a torch-wielding Tony Todd, and then clearly RECOILS as the torch sweeps past him.)