It’s an especially fun movie from a director and cast who are clearly having a good time allowing themselves to let loose.

Mostly, the movie is committed to the value of a good time.

While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

True to its essence, the characters remain on the same line and manage to entertain the viewer, each highlighting their own distinctive qualities or touches.

Interesting, but not profound. First problem is that many of the chosen "great" directors are not great, more like semi-famous, and in the cases of David Lynch (since 1997 at least) and Catherine Breillat, mere purveyors of pretentious crap. Where were the true greats (alive in 2009): Woody Allen, Martin Scorsese, the Coen Brothers, Quentin Tarantino, Christopher Nolan, Clint Eastwood, Francis Ford Coppola, Steven Spielberg, among others?Interviewer / narrator is a tad self-indulgent too.Disappointing.

"Great Directors", directed by Angela Ismailos, features conversations with ten of the world's greatest living directors: Bernardo Bertolucci, David Lynch, Liliana Cavani, Stephen Frears, Agnes Varda, Ken Loach, Todd Haynes, Catherine Breillat, Richard Linklater and John Sayles.We get to meet some great talent here. Catherine Breillat may not be well known, but her films are an emotional experience. After seeing this, many people will likely try to track down her work.We find that David Lynch's career was really launched by Mel Brooks. Making "Dune" was a "75% nightmare", which he attributes to not having the final cut. He reflectively sees the failure of "Dune" as a blessing, though, because he could only go up after that. And, with "Blue Velvet", he certainly did go up.You can hear about Ken Loach's socialism and Todd Haynes' "new queer cinema"; Haynes sees Fassbinder as his "template", which is an interesting choice. Fassbinder himself seems to be loved by film geeks and forgotten by almost all others. We also see that Roger Corman protégé John Sayles works sometimes for money, sometimes for love...

Watch how 'Directors', then 'Great', then blah blah by Angela Ismailos appears on screen, accompanied with the hollow percussion to big, really big and banging effect, then watch how the director wanders in slow-mo in almost irrelevant, then, as usually in the final glimpse we realize she "wanders" in something the director previously appearing has just mentioned, to a trivial, ridiculous outcome, just after Bertolucci mentions his "Last Tango" was banned by the Vatican, she appears to our confusion, only to supposedly restore the procedure when we get a glimpse of the Vatican! It is difficult, as the other reviewer mentions, not to make a pun on the title.And why not? Richard Linklater sharing his detriment, rather than a critical response, on what coming from a poor family means for the industry, appears unfortunately irrelevant, if not ridiculed, by the director's narcissistic, posh, bragging (chin up!) appearances. Here and there, and by means of a researched but terribly imbalanced footage of the directors' films, we have some quasi-meaningful transitions from words to images to words, but devoid of any structure.Why should we have the dead Fassbinder in the discussion? Just because the director and Haynes share a devoted following? And John Sayles? He says how he pops from serving Hollywood by writing big scripts, then returns to what he really wants to articulate, with the money he earns in that switching procedure, then disappears from screen for the rest of the film. This is absurdly inconsequential. The film is not saved even by Vardas' quiet charm, a sense of sharing with the uncompromising - and favored, in terms of screen-time - Breillat, or Lynch's - actually edited - fervor, and Bertolucci's relaxed and inviting manner.Remember how in "Broadcast News (1987)" the famous interview is exposed as fraud, since there was one camera involved, so the interviewer could not have possibly shed a tear as a seemingly parallel shot shows? The director's parallel appearances during the interviews, at certain unfortunate moments have the same melodramatic feeling, only purposeless here.A somewhat informing film, but barely insightful.

Incredibly difficult not to make a bad pun out of the title...The Great Directors takes 90 minutes to interview great directions, for which there is no discernible criteria. Squeezed into this run time is a bunch of conversations, some much more elucidating than others. Although the typical film buff might be interested to see so many voices collected in one sitting, the film comes off often as incoherent. The director, to quote another review, "awkwardly squeezes herself into one too many frames", often distracting from the real point. It does not help, again as others have noted, she rarely gets to the heart of the matter. Richard Linklater, in his grand total of 5 minutes, talks about the mixed reception of The Newton Boys but it comes more more as smarmy than education. Likewise his talk on growing up poor encouraging him to become an independent filmmaker does not gel well with the more self- effacing wit of a character like Agnes Varda.Sometimes these filmmakers talk about their influences. The documentarian and Todd Haynes agree on the power of R.W. Fassbinder's work and segue into it. It's clear just how much Haynes respects the man but this comes off almost as inconsequential. We don't really hear Lynch or Sayles talk about their formative influences so it leaves one wondering where all these conversations are being generated from. To summarize, one could easily find more interesting material from these filmmakers by watching more personal interviews or.. heck, just watching their movies.