Could it be that I just didn’t get the joke when it comes to Spinal Tap II: The End Continues? Maybe all that meandering self-indulgence was intentional. Maybe the fact that this sequel to the 1984 comedy spends an enormous chunk of its hour-and-24-minute runtime on cameos by Paul McCartney and Elton John is in itself a meta-commentary on the inherent narcissism of self-produced documentary portraits of musicians?
Or is this merely a delusion created to stomach the fact that a film concocted by a returning Rob Reiner, Christopher Guest, Michael McKean, and Harry Shearer – who together essentially birthed the mockumentary genre – could be so startlingly unfunny?
