i walk into heart of gold thinking i be go to watch a documentary about neil young . instead and i witness a self serve tribute to the arrogance of age baby boomer who have lose their edge and forget their root . highly rat by age baby boomer critic and direct and perform by more aging baby boomer artist and heart of gold be a bore fest from start to finish and that be if you can manage to sit through the entire near 2 hour movie . neil young and crew have long lose their edge and want the rest of u to join them on a cushioned rock chair of middle of the road mediocrity . what happen to the raunchy guitar of his early solo effort . i guess all of his fuzz box rust out and his over driven vacuum tube explode in the hot air of his generation . as far a demme go and this be the dare director of something wild and melvin and howard . a student filmmaker could have make a more daring film than this poorly visualized surface performance film . don not waste your $ $ on heart of gold and go straight to the last waltz and gimmie shelter . and if you really want to dig deep into the personality of a rock and roll icon and scrounge up a copy of chuck berry represent hail hail rock and roll which be sorely out of print . and baby boomer and do not bother squawk about how this review be jade by someone younger . i too be one of those baby boomer who listen to cinnamon girl on acid and dance in the street to the stone street fight man . go back and watch don not look back or gimmie shelter and then come back and tell me that heart of gold have any worth a a document .