The first half is very very hard going with all its immature self appraising drivel. You do really feel a little embarrassed to be watching middle aged men who really need to grow up harping on about how cool they were when they were 12. The first 40 minutes really should have ended on the cutting room floor. This film is just too self congratulatory and you gives the viewer the impression that these people have obviously done nothing else of any importance with the rest of their lives.The first and only sign of any depth in this self indulgent mefest is the interview with the tattooed jail bird with the collapsed septum, but the hope of something meaningful quickly disappears when the interviewer asks the guy a question that he'd just answered. The comparables of how they see them self are pure comedy, statements like 'it was like Joe Frazier knocking down Ali" and "we were an extension of society" gimme a break. This could have been a great insight into a very small subculture, in a very small time frame in a very small town. The point of a good documentary is too enlighten the viewer about a subject he knows little about. The problem being is the protagonists involved in this farce are deluded enough to think the world see them in as high regard as they see themselves. The only feat of astonishment is how they have managed to maintain such big egos for over 30 years. I guess there is always another 12 year old ready to impress. Sean Penn does the voice over and by the end he sounded as bored as the audience and judging from the cough halfway through he couldn't be bothered coming back to do any retakes.