Under The Electric Sky

Very much like an infomercial.

Though not a great documentary and essentially a colorful, 3D commercial for Electric Daisy Carnival, it works as both an introduction to a subculture many may be unfamiliar with and as a beat-heavy scrapbook for those who were there.

EDC has made headlines with fatal overdoses, so you'd think directors Dan Cutforth and Jane Lipsitz would examine the role Molly and related drugs play here. But the topic is mentioned only fleetingly.

Under the Electric Sky manages to be amusing even while it's annoying you.

If the Boomers had Woodstock and the Xers had Lollapalooza(?), then here's Gen Y's version, complete with Upworthy inspirational stories.

The film's misguided determination to present a PG-13 version of a pasties-optional, three-day party gives an unreal air to a surreal event, though that doesn't mean "Under the Electric Sky" is without its blissful moments.

"Under The Electric Sky" does a great job of showing the appeal of EDM, and can be an occasionally thrilling document of the musicians who create these infections beats. But on a human level, well, it could have used some more electric participants.

There's something slightly queasy-making in how this film summons the tireless piety of a church-recruitment pamphlet to describe what basically amounts to Burning Man as a business model.

As an echo of a era when acid house swept away Club MTV commercial crap and dancing all night took on a new meaning, it falls far short

Just as queerness is conspicuous by its absence, so is any serious consideration of the drug use that often pairs with extended tastings of EDM.

It may be just a feature-length commercial masquerading as a music documentary, but Under the Electric Sky at least sells its product well.

Under The Electric Sky is a fun backstage pass for EDC fans, but for DJ haters it'll just be a loud, obnoxious headache - so they should just stay away and let everyone else eat, sleep, rave, and repeat.