Cleric-al errors abound

As someone who's tried and enjoyed but never pursued the 'D & D' experience and the company of it's devotees, I felt pretty well equipped to critique such a film from either side of the 'fourth wall'. While I never chose to continue said experience, I feel like I at least understand the appeal of it.

For me, this doc lent a little uncomfortably toward exploitative voyeurism akin to Channel 4's 'Big Fat gypsy Weddings'. I feel like this film might have been made for those who's only real discernible difference from the intended objects of their disdain is simply having a much more blatant social crutch, like their haircuts or 'Heat' magazines.

It seems to me that the ways in which these individuals are portrayed as damaged, socially maladjusted, attention-seeking, pity-parties makes them no less likely to have become pop stars or politicians than 'L. A. R. P.-ers' or 'Dungeon Masters'.

Attempts to empathise with the film's subjects are almost an aside or afterthought, and it seems like the film-makers know what they wants to say before the cameras have rolled, which is a source of great apprehension for me when entering into the experience of a 'documentary'. A missed opportunity to paint a much broader picture of an enduring and expansive sub-culture