Already in 2010, I've seen a number of great documentaries, including "The Art of the Steal," "Exit Through the Gift Shop" and "Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work." As fun as those are, they lack the sheer infectiousness of Clay Westervelt's "Popatopolis."

Those who recognize the name of Jim Wynorski "? i.e. B-movie lovers "? will get the most of out it, as it chronicles the low-budget filmmaker's three-day, three-man shoot of the no-budget exploitation flick "The Witches of Breastwick," starring starlets Monique Parent, Julie K. Smith and Stormy Daniels.

Thankfully "? for the documentary, at least "? nothing goes right, starting with the location's cabin HQ, where there is neither food nor towels. An actress shows up late, another can't remember the simplest of lines, the script is so bare that the cast wonders if it wasn't written over "a couple of rum and Cokes," and the cameraman forgets to start recording.

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