Moonage Daydream

I’m not sure how to review this. It isn’t really a movie. It’s almost a documentary. It’s mostly a collection of music videos hewn from stock footage and narcotics-induced imagery, interspersed with Bowie’s philosophical narration. About 30 minutes in, I found myself genuinely considering leaving the theater, which I can’t recall ever having done. Not because the film is bad, but because I realized that it would never form a cohesive story, so I wouldn’t actually miss out on anything if I left early for dinner. Also, this film is not for me. It is for the Bowie devotee who still needs closure. I am missing some context that is vital for me to actually enjoy or appreciate this film and I find it unlikely that I will ever gain that context. Although, I knew that going in, which is why I, at least, watched it to the end.