Ostensibly a documentary, it's meant as an eye-opening deconstruction of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining. Director Rodney Ascher lets a group of obsessives spout off about their theories of what Kubrick really meant. The only thing they don't suggest is that Kubrick is talking to them over the radio.
All the older Reynolds kids, including Randy -- the coolest girl I knew -- went to Woodstock. I felt left out even though I wasn't quite sure what Woodstock was. I knew I was missing something monumental.