Kid 90
It was a fucking mess. I love some 90s nostaligia as much as the next 90s kid, but I never watched Punky Brewster as a kid, so I have no emotional connection to Soleil Moon Frye, and the doc is such a mess of clips and details with almost no context whatsoever.
One reviewer described it as more like a film-diary entry that only makes sense to Soleil, which is exactly how I felt watching it. There's so much vague musing and emoting on her part, but at no point did I have any clue what the hell she was talking about, although it was obviously meaningful to her.
She refers to "thousands" of hours of footage though, and all we get are tiny little nothing snippets, and again, no context.
Have you ever known someone who likes to allude to their highschool/university years as "such a crazy time" and they maybe shows you a photo of some drunk sketchy dude who went by some skeevy nickname like "Cockroach" and then she giggles and says something like "OMG, Roach was insane, like so insane, the stories I could tell you about him, those years were just nuts", and then you probe about what kind of stories and she just waves you off and shakes her head and mutters "so crazy" in a whistful tone???
Yeah, that's basically this movie.