One of the benefits of being a famous television actor is that you're allowed backstage, that roped-off wonderland most audience members believe to be an orgiastic utopia of groupies and booze. Little do fans realize how mundane it really is behind the velvet rope--cold cuts and bottled water, and musicians far more interesting onstage than off (oooh, and just barely). If there's one revelation to be learned from director (!) Jason Priestley's documentary about the Barenaked Ladies, it's this: Kids, it's far better to ogle from the cheap seats than stare from the wings, because a backstage pass ain't worth the sticker it's printed on, especially when you're invited to spend 90 minutes with the world's most boring band not named Third Eye Blind.... More >>>