My second favorite music documentary (after Young@Heart) is this one. Larry and I saw it twice, and pretty much giggled and nudged each other all the way through it. It's named after the Metallica album of the same name, and is ostensibly a documentary about how this band puts together an album. The title should really be: Metallica Goes To Group Therapy.
That's what it's really about. And further, it's about Phil, their nerdy therapist, who charges $40K per month, per month, to sit on a sectional couch with these guys and get them to talk about their feelings. The fact that filmmakers were allowed in the room at all leaves me speechless. But thank God they were there to catch it all. Pretty soon Phil moves in and pretty much decides he's part of the band. And then they fire him. And if you think you need therapy, this is the film that will cure you of that notion forever.
Two years later, and a half dozen lines from this movie are still standby quotes for Larry, including, "My lifestyle determines my death style, man."