Quirk runs far and wide, oft gloriously so. It's just a very weird spectacle, one of a kind, and even though I'm personally allergic to jazz hands I found myself captivated anyway.

Not just spectacular to watch, but heartwarming.

In taking such a pillar of the form as the concert film and reworking it in electrifying fashion, you feel documentary has too, unsure when leaving the theater whether the music or the filmmaking has provided the buzz that refuses to wear off.