I like the Police and I like Andy Summers, but after viewing this I can understand why they broke up. Andy manages to make himself seem like such a bore.
He describes how they pretended to be punk and then they pretend to be reggae and when Sting kicks in with the pop songs they go through the roof. Then they pretend to be pop stars.
He whines about Sting being independent and not letting him get his songs on the albums but it is clear Sting doesn't need either of them and the problems they bring despite the fact they are excellent musicians, so why bother?
The references to smoking lots of pot as if there are some stakes in this story are laughable. His stoic diary method of narrating makes this like sitting in some old guys house while he shows you slides of his whole life. Although he did just happen to spend a lot of time with Sting.
The music doesn't save it as it is poorly used. The indulgence in his own boredom with life leading to taking pictures as if he has attained some magic art form about sums up the overall interest stirred up in this conceit.
Basically, Andy didn't allow an actual director to make an interesting film and like their music overly controls the life out of it.
