But given his subject - the life and times of pulp magazine impresario and low-budget nudie filmmaker Bob Mizer - Fitzgerald's irresolution actually seems almost fitting.
By turns a campy goof on 1950s muscle-mag culture, a slackerly attempt at investigative journalism, and a heartfelt elegy to an inscrutable pop-culture obscurity, Thom Fitzgerald's semi-biopic often seems to be floundering for an identity.
