very sweet comedy enthusiast

I understand why this is celebrated as a good documentary. The talking points are interesting and the direction/treatment/coverage is cool.
But I don't understand how it is impossible to engage with this film without feeling visceral rage.
Watching Robert Crumb laugh while his brother talks about molesting women, him showing no remorse when his ex-girlfriend tried to hold him able for his actions, posing with women in a blatantly sexist photoshoot? No thank you!
Ya sure, I understand that this…