I don't know who made this the director... Well if it was ... He should look for a different line of work ... First of all the only band member here that had any signficance what Robert Fripp. And something is bugging him... I don't know if it was because it was the end of Crimson forever .. But he just seemed like a bitter old business man... Which part of this is true. If you do you own view of Crimson which your going to have to ... In my opinion I look at it like this In the 1970's 1980's and 1990's up to when those letters. EG was dismissed and I forget if it was the 1990's or not. But that just symbolic. It's about when first King Crimson made their first box set which mostly everything has been compact discs since. From the first square CD box set with that black and white booklet square shape next the live The Great Receiver and then Crimson reunited in 1994 for Vroom to Thrak ... Technology was taking more control over the band they toured from 1994 to 1996 and then Robert thought up of a idea to somehow get rid of Brugord and Levin called The Projeckts ... This had the new technology of Sound scapes the Roland drum kit making the stick talk and Bruford doing some insane stuff on a acoustic kit some of the more far playing I ever heard him do ... And withoutwarning Crimson with Belew ( you have to wonder about that did Robert really want like David Sylvian or who he eventually got Jakko who I never really liked and even more his remixing on certain classic Prog albums were ruined the high end when he would mix stuff barely existed... You have to multi crank the high end to hear anything. But this was a beginning... It was DGMlive which gave me the creeps.... For a band who hated bootleggers basically sold everyone they could find of one and the whole control of flash photography.. Fripp was a different person in the 1970's and the 1980's but the 1990's he mainly sat in the dark directly in the middle between Pat and Bill with no light almost like he wasn't there and had no emotion. Like he just seemed distraught and the 1990's was a freaking long tour for 2 years. So what started at remastering kept getting remastered and finally he emptied the vault out which I was and Crimson fans were wishing for but then you get them and your so overwhelmed you don't even want to hear the band anymore... And from someone who probably didn't want to sell mugs and shirts of Crimson's career that's what you will find on DGMlive.... Box sets shirts buttons ties just everything Crimson.. When there was time you be lucky to get a live album... So Fripp in the movie has this strange I'm not sure what it is because every word I think of will probably be wrong. And the documentary this Crimson was 90 percent a well oiled cover band... With nothing but complaining. This is not what Crimson is about but that's what I saw...And that's why the Q and A people even I watching was afraid of Fripp he's like so how did like this piece of crap.

Toby Amies has presented us with a documentary about one of the most Marmite-like bands, King Crimson.

Don't expect to have a further understanding of the history of the band after you've watched this doc, you'll not get one, just revel in the fact that you've been able to get this close. It won't happen again, not like this anyway. This isn't a doc that cares about the band's history.

Revel in the fact that you are given a brief insight into the sheer pants-filling fear that being a member of Crimson, and rehearsing and performing with perfectionists, who are so much in tune with the ethos of King Crimson, that if you put a note out of place, you'll get a spine-tinglingly terrifying glare from Robert Fripp.

I expected Fripp to be a preposterous fop, and sometimes he is, but he's also a passionate, hilarious and loving father figure to the band. Some of the interactions with Toby Amies and Robert Fripp are excrutiating, but mesmerising as well. You really feel for Toby sometimes, being chided for asking what on the surface are normal innocent questions, to have them turned on their head by Fripp, who scolds him like a mildly pissed-off headmaster.

I loved the interviews with former band members, who have their own stories to tell, which probably could be turned into a mini-series. Some are very sad stories, (Ian McDonald and Fripp want their heads knocking together) some are happy. There are some welcome visits into the past of the band, which don't go too deep, but then again this isn't that type of documentary, Amies isn't interested in giving a history of the band.

My favourite parts of the doc are with Fripp, and the current members of the band who are very funny, sarcastic, terrifying, honest, sad and look sometimes that they are members of a cult.

A part of the film that will haunt me are the interviews with Bill Reiflin, But I'm not going to dwell on those.

You can try to explain what King Crimson are, at the end of the day it's a personal thing, you can go deep into the meanings of the songs, the spirit of the band, what it's like to travel the world just to get a glimpse of them on stage, (but please no photos or filming during the show or you'll get thrown out),but I think one of the funniest summing up's of the band are shared to us by a Brazilian(?) lady in the crowd who simply states 'I Love Tony Levin!' In one amazing statement cutting through all the pretentious tosh and putting feminism back 30 years. Priceless.

As a lifelong fan I have been waiting for a good documentary about one of my favourite bands - or any documentary for that matter. Again a cliché is proven right on the (easy) money: good things come to those that wait.

I never thought I would get this close to this most hermetic of bands and especially not to the Hermit In Chief: Robert Fripp. This film proves once and for all he's not (only) a cantakarous old sod, but also a deeply funny and intensely emotional man. And as a guitarist, one can only stand in awe of his dedication to his craft.

Seeing a whole host of band members from the recent to the distant past speak of the band that in every instance changed their lives - for better, for worse or both. It is truly heartwarming that Bill Rieflin, who during the making of this documentary had stage four colon cancer, is made into a focal point all on his own. Not only the life of a band, but also the lives of the band members come to light.

Even if you have never heard of King Crimson, you will be entertained by this well constructed documentary, filmed unflinchingly up close, and the quality and hilarity of the interviews, conducted in such places as on a stage, in a dismal van and at a candlelit dinner table. Deep earnestness and light-hearted taking the piss are around every corner. Just like in life, really.

A worthy tribute: irreverent, spiky and funny. So do take a seat in this Court and bow your heads to the majesty of King Crimson.