I watched this last night. Very long but managed to consistently entertain and amuse two people who aren't really Boyd Rice fans. A bit too much La Vey and tiki culture worship but on the whole well done and congratulations Mr Wessel.
Had no idea about Boyd's glam rock/Rodney's English Disco origins. The other big eye-opener in there were the (non-radio-broadcast) private conversations between Rice and Bob Larsen, who came across as quite shockingly broad-minded and thoughtful when he isn't doing his professional Christian schtick.
Good scene left in with Boyd talking to anti-fascist protestors who may have been confused but had better things to say than his specious replies. Likewise the radio scene where he insults Sharon Tate's mother in an unforgivable way - I had heard talk that the DVD was a fawning hagiography but there is plenty left in which does not reflect Mr Rice in a great light. The obviously set-up scenes with minor ex-girlfriends talking of his prowess were amusing and tipped a wink to the viewer that not all is as it seems in this documentary.
Douglas P tells a long and boring anecdote of life on tour and manages to convince the viewer that he doesn't have an iota of wit or charisma in him (the improv at the end is atrocious too - hilarious that the film continues to watch them backstage talking about how great it was, although we all know musicians can be deeply deluded) but the empty-headed faded twink Shaun Partridge manages to be the most annoying guest in the whole film.
Very interesting to hear Charles Manson dismiss Rice and Michael Moynihan as a pair of phoneys. Of course everyone is a fucking phoney next to him, and who would want his unwanted brand of authenticity?
I liked Boyd Rice a lot after watching the movie, he seems like a fully-rounded and genuine person. Still not a great fan of his work (except for the amazing 70s Dada stuff) but I was surprised by how enjoyable this film was.