Come on, you know you'd paid to see a movie that details the creative process behind jams like "Suck a Cheetah's Dick," "I Whipped Spider-Man's Ass," and "Birdman Kicked My Ass" (not Cash Money's Bryan "Baby" Williams, though).
It's the role that The Office's Craig Robinson was born to play. Hailing from Chicago, the cult-followed Wesley Willis remains one of independent music's strangest and wildest figures nine years after his death, at the age of 40. On his 50-plus albums, the chronic schizophrenic filled ditties like "Drink a Camel's Cum" with multiple catchphrases (i.e., "The band got down like a Magikist"), Technics KN keyboard breakdowns, and closing product slogans ("Polariod… See what develops!"). It was always bizarre, at times incoherent, and never less than entertaining.
In songs, Willis grappled with countless superheroes (including Superman and Batman), professed his love for Alanis Morrisette, and went on hilariously vulgar rants about animals' genitalia. In real life, though, his schizophrenia battled against "demons" that harassed him on Chicago's city buses and tried their hardest to get him to "hit people in the street with bricks." How's that for a tortured soul worthy of in-depth, cinematic examination?