I've been meaning to say something about this documentary for a bit now. It kept me up one night.
No, it’s not scary (although Johnston is crazy); it just piled a lot on the mind. If it was food for thought, then my brain was achingly full and restless with notions of creative inspiration vs. career ambition, self-awareness in art, perceived genius in society, and the general wonder that is Daniel Johnston’s life.
There are points in this 2006 piece where he is referred to as if he were dead. I guess that’s either the definition of a living legend, or an incredible tragedy.
If you are a fan of him, this film is for you. If you have no idea who he is, this film is for you. Rent it.
I’ve been hanging with quality versions of 1983’s Hi How Are You, and 1990’s 1990.
At least watch the trailer.
Thanks, Johnny BL, for pointing out that posthumous treatment, and for name-dropping DJ enough to initiate a Netflix order in the first place.
*note: that romanticized "better than Dylan" line comes from an obsessive fan/ex-manager and should not be taken with authority. Ballsy claim man.