And while it may be, shouldn’t we have the privilege of feeling unique once in a while?
In 2004, the Beastie Boys handed out 50 cameras to fans attending a concert at Madison Square Garden. It was touted as a democratizing media coup. But the culminating product has gone down in history as a fairly mediocre documentary that, as Laura Sinagra put it for the Village Voice, “plays like a hype victory lap rather than a boundary-smashing study of fan curiosity or pathology.”
