Why the Bad Boy Documentary Made Me Cry

I began watching Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop: The Bad Boy Story with reasonably-low expectations. I don’t know why, exactly, they were so low, only that they were. Perhaps I figured this story had already been told; why would I want to hear it again?

I’m also skeptical of artist-produced documentaries. If the artists have creative control, whose to say they’ll resist painting themselves in the best…