Call Me Lucky

"Call Me Lucky" lives up to the irony and accuracy of its title ...

"Call Me Lucky" will be an especially grueling ride for those who can identify with Crimmins' trauma. Yet its toughness does not at all diminish its worth. It remains an essential viewing experience.

An earnest homage that also honors Mr. Crimmins's crusade to drive child pornography off the Internet.

As Goldthwait repeatedly returns to footage of a recent performance by Crimmins, in which he's introduced as a great entertainer, all we see are the aimless rants of a self-righteous blowhard.

If it accomplishes nothing else, the new documentary Call Me Lucky should bring some welcome attention to a man who's been under the radar for the past few decades, mostly by his own design.

Angry, quixotic, tragic, heroic - Crimmins' life is stunning. Catch this portrait and you can definitely call yourself lucky.

It's no wonder Goldthwait used his impressively evolving directing skills on his old pal Crimmins... Barry Crimmins deserves a documentary.

Crimmins proves to be a courageous activist, gifted artist and gentle friend ... and Goldthwait films him with the skill, love and dedication that his dear mentor deserves.

It's a wild ride for about half the movie. Then it becomes something else altogether. Being from Boston I was familiar with Crimmins' story, but I still wasn't ready for how deep the film cut.

The content of Crimmins' words is the driving force of Call Me Lucky, but they're given a presentation of equal impact.

The most interesting thing Call Me Lucky does is build up a character we may have been unfamiliar with at the start of the film, only to break him down again to give him even more complexity.

Like 'World's Greatest Dad' and 'God Bless America,' its hero is a malcontent ultimately driven by his belief is human potential, often wasted though it may be.