[Since Meyer made few bones about his oeuvre's unapologetic voyeurism, McDonough is pretty much left hanging out to dry as far as making the case for his subject as an important filmmaker, despite his envelope-pushing skill in the editing room. Meyer's] unrestrained bombast, ... is intoxicating, inspiring. It can also sicken, one French fry too many.

Russ sees your subconscious and has you become it.