Much as all the cheerleaders wrote to tell me how horrible I was for not liking Bring It On, I am prepared for the onslaught of Phish fans telling me how naïve I am for not falling in love with Bittersweet Motel, a documentary about Phish's music and, presumably, its soul.

A spare 82-minute flick about the unimaginably popular band, this folkumentary is long on concert footage and short on any real insight into the group. There are plenty of songs about pumpkins, circuses, and big black furry creatures from Mars, but the offstage footage is typically composed of de rigueur diatribes about critics, heartfelt discussions about "the energy, man" and the typical shenanigans expected of any touring musical group (that is: late nights fueled by drugs).

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