Having grown up on Lynyrd Skynyrd's music, I thought the in-depth documentary was great. All of the photos and stories from the early days when they were just a bunch of kids from Jacksonville who wanted to be rock stars were fantastic, and Gary Rossington in particular is a very likable and endearing guy.
It's that they basically stopped at the plane crash, then skipped right to the band's rebirth, with no further story about the surviving members, that sucks. Mostly, that what happened to Allen Collins never came up. Frankly, Allen was probably the single most tragic member of Lynyrd Skynyrd (including those who died in the crash), and he was a founding member, yet after the plane crash there was no mention of him other than his "in memoriam" at the end. That kind of sucks. He deserved more.
Other than that, I really liked it.
It's that they basically stopped at the plane crash, then skipped right to the band's rebirth, with no further story about the surviving members, that sucks. Mostly, that what happened to Allen Collins never came up. Frankly, Allen was probably the single most tragic member of Lynyrd Skynyrd (including those who died in the crash), and he was a founding member, yet after the plane crash there was no mention of him other than his "in memoriam" at the end. That kind of sucks. He deserved more.
Other than that, I really liked it.