This could have been an amazing documentary but for some reason they decided to go all pseudo science and start mixing random wishful theory with fact without differentiating the difference.

Somebody came up with this while high on mushrooms which on the one hand makes me want to try them but on the other makes it a crap show to actually, ya know.. watch.

Mushrooms may not kill cancer or reduce the anxiety of dying, but how would we know unless they are researched?

This is a visually satisfying film about mycology. It shows many of the ways we depend on fungus and how many more ways we could use it. It hints at the War on Drugs, and how it set back research 50 years. It does not talk about the double problems of Big Pharma or the petrochemical business in hampering it, but it should.

We live in a wonderful world, of which we are a small part. We should be grateful for the oddballs who are trying new ways to save us.

My subject line says it all, and I basically find myself in agreement with most of this documentary's critics. The time-lapse photography of sprouting mushrooms, branching molds, etc., is breathtaking. The narration that accompanies it is empty, useless, disorganized to the point of incoherence, filled with random claims about the wonders and cosmic significance of fungi, and ultimately a bore. The decision to focus on the biography of one individual mushroom maven seems particularly misguided.