I decided to watch Crumb because I liked his work in the New Yorker, and I have enjoyed documentaries about people who work in parking lots and Ken Burns’ Baseball so I’m confident that I’ll enjoy ANY documentary. When I saw that David Lynch was a producer, I considered running the other way because I am not a fan of Lynch’s work. Some of his work is good, but I have never been enthusiastic about it or loved it. If I have to choose between lunch with Lynch or a wedding with John Waters, I’ll choose wedding every time, and I am NOT that serious about Waters, but he seems genuine. First time that I watched Crumb, I actually liked the titular subject less than before watching it. Remember that phase that guys go through in their late teens and early twenties when the only valid opinion is theirs, and if you AGREE with them, they still need to find a way to be superior to you by distinguishing why they are more right than your reason for agreeing with them. Crumb reminded me of that person after 20-25 minutes into the documentary. Sex may usually be interesting, but not if you have to listen to someone talking about it for a long time then it is downright boring. I watched most of the documentary, but with only 10 to 15 minutes left, I decided that I hated it and went to bed. The next day, I decided to give it another chance and really listen to all the people in it. I found it moderately more interesting and infinitely sadder. I wish that closed captioning was available in the streaming version that I watched so it would be easier to focus on each person’s words because their delivery is a bit soporific. By the end, I was impressed that Robert Crumb managed to emerge as the relatively healthy brother in a family of permanently disturbed brothers, but not enough to be absorbed by the subject. Crumb is an uncomfortable and questionable documentary-entirely too casual in its treatment and organization of various serious topics that affected Crumb’s life. It was nice to finally see the real life Aline.