The sweetest, most wholesome documentary one is ever likely to see about a drug-addled, serial-womanizing, rock ‘n roll raconteur. Hollywood elbow-rubber Shep Gordon has managed the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Alice Cooper, and Emeril Lagasse. So it's no surprise when the film opens on enough visual name-dropping to wow the easily star-struck. It’s tough to feel softhearted for a guy who screwed, snorted, and schmoozed his way through life, only to end up copping a Buddhist plea. The anecdotes occasionally amuse, but that’s all there is. This marks Mike Myers' directorial debut, and it turns out that Shep Gordon is to brutally honest documentary exposes what the Austin Powers films are to dead-center satires of ‘60’s pop culture. If the film’s few dramatic recreations are any indication, let’s pray Myers never strays into narrative features. That said, it would be impossible for me not to find room in my heart for a film about a man who lent Groucho a helping hand towards the end. (2014) — Scott Marks