We killed a chicken in front of 70,000 hippies

Alice Cooper. Never my favourite artist. Offstage, a gentleman Vincent Furnier. On stage, a quasi-mythical stage persona Alice Cooper. And as this documentary shows the stage persona is taking over things and a little bit of this and little bit of that became a little bit more and eventually them things blew out of proportion. It's somewhat alright, this film, but it was like watching a fast-forwarded biopic, Alice Cooper's long-lasting career was presented in an instant. And the music wasn't really there, the tunes were barely mentioned, or heard. And same goes to couple of former band mates Glen Buxton (R.I.P.) and Michael Bruce, both once crucial song writers of the band, but shamelessly left out of the film.