However, there is a downside for this level of enthusiasm. Crowe creates a film that can only truly be appreciated by the true fans of Pearl Jam. Giving near no exposition for those who know little of the bands exploits, Crowe assumes that the only people who would watch this film are fans of the band. Those who are "ignorant" are thrown in a roller coaster of confusion as more and more characters are piled on, and you are expected to recognize them immediately. Because more characters are piled on one another, and supposedly important events are thrown into the conversation without any background information, rather than the film being the thrilling rock-doc it was meant to be, the film becomes a pointlessly dull hour-and-a- half daydreaming session.
I wish I had watched the film with someone who was a deep fan of Pearl Jam. With their explanations and insight to what we were watching, the film would've become much more enjoyable. Unfortunately, I didn't, and as a result of which I'm writing a negative review to an incredibly well crafted film. Cameron Crowe is a brilliant director, and for what I think to be one of the first times in my life I'm blaming the failures of the film on myself. As said in the opening paragraph, this is not my movie.