There are only a few minutes of enjoyment in this video, which I watched via Netflix. The idea of assembling a large group of players to "pay homage" to Django is a good one. I love Django, and that's the reason this documentary annoyed me.
What I was hoping for (and perhaps expecting) was a documentary that was about Django. It is not. It is a documentary about his drooling French fanboys. Here is the documentary in a nutshell. They interview a bunch of guitar players (only guitar players mind you-no simple music lovers) about the impact Django still has on their lives, years after he's been gone. Each one of them rambles about him, basically calling him "God." They show footage of some of them playing his songs, and then the huge gathering in a studio. Most of them are great players, though one of them is so incredibly annoying (a hard plucker of the strings...incessantly hard plucking)I wanted to book a flight so I could smash his guitar over his head.
I love Django. I want to learn about him. I don't give a sweet turd about what someone, whose pride in his music stems mostly from their common geography, has to say about him.
Oh, and near the end...one or two of them happen to mention Stephane Grapelli's invlovement. Django was a tremendous player-his injury was never apparent in his playing. It deserves mentioning simply because he played so brilliantly despite it. But, Grapelli as an afterthought is such a shame.
This is not a documentary for Django lovers. If you already know who he is-don't bother. This is a documentary for people who've never heard of him, or for people who enjoy watching others worship him.