Here are MY four stone-cold truths about this documentary:
1. The first half is rather unpleasant, at least for me. I kept wanting some responsible adult to wash this child's mouth out with soap.
2. At the mid-point, there is a literal INTERMISSION, after which...it's night and day.
3. For me, the pivot included Billie's mom's comments about Justin Bieber (which are understanding, empathetic, kind and supportive, by the way), her dad's philosophizing after Billie drives away for the first time in her new car, and her brother's wise comments about "who you surround yourself with."
4. By the end, everyone's vulnerability had won me over. I've always been a fan of her music, though sure, some of it's dark...but now I'm in her camp and all the more supportive of her and her family as they sort their way through the maddening jungle of superstardom, fame, and keeping it real.
Who knows. Maybe by the end, you will be, too.
It's hard enough being a teen and 20-something these days, and ample haters to go around.
I choose love.