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Simply Perfect

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

I should start by stating categorically I am NOT a Brony. I've never watched the show, never bought the merchandise, never read one of the comics.I've also never understood Bronies, so when I saw this documentary available on Netflix, I popped it on, hoping to get an insight into these weirdo targets of derision I've heard about.I was simply blown away. I'm still not a fan, but to me, this documentary isn't about the show OR the fans, its about our ability to accept people who have different views or interests to us. It really made me question my assumptions about Bronies, but also my assumptions about myself and my identity as a liberal, accepting person. Namely how can I stand against racism, against homophobia etc if I still have an irrational dislike of Bronies? In all honesty, it reminded me of being a Trekkie back in the day. Comic Cons may now be a multi billion dollar industry and suddenly everyones calling themselves a "geek", but I remember times when the mere mention of a Sci Fi convention would get you into trouble at work, get you punched in a bar and a guaranteed life without sex.I spent decades as a Sci Fi outcast waiting for the rest of society to catch up and I see a lot of common touch points in the adversity the Brony community faces today.Slight spoiler - the effect a Bronycon had on a young man with Aspergers really did move me to tears and the work John De Lancie did helping a father accept his sons Bronyism was just astonishing. I'd give this 8 stars if it had "converted" me. The fact it managed to move me deeply, but still stay objective enough for me to not be converted bumps it up to a 9.

My biggest disappointment is that this film isn't at all funny.It's primary reason for existing seems to be to proselytize the virtues of the cartoon and justify the reasons grown men are fascinated by it. If you aren't a brony, you aren't going to find much in this film, because it doesn't have a sense of humor about itself.There is room in the market for a film like this, and because it was for a group of fans that seem a bit obsessive, it will probably make a profit. I can't really say it shouldn't have been made, simply that it does not speak to a broader audience.The one thing that I did take away from the documentary was that even simple stories, if made with quality, can find an audience. People that have trouble relating to one another and develop real world friendships find a lot to love about a show that explains why friendship is magical. At least that's what I saw as the plot of this film.Okay, now why the summary headline. . . I found this movie a bit disturbing for one main reason. Every My Little Pony obsessed man in this film felt they needed to tell us "I'm not gay." Like that makes their passion socially acceptable. They might as well be saying, "Sure, I like pink unicorns, but it's not like I like men! THAT would make me weird a pariah!" It's a rather homophobic view, in my opinion, and totally undermines the movie's supposed message of acceptance.So it's not entertaining, particularly educational, or social conscious, but if you obsessively collect everything with a pony on it, you'll probably like it.

Wow. Just wow. This documentary is created with the intent of showing off the good side of the brony fandom. The way it tries to do so is by gathering bronies all around the world and telling their various sides of the story.However what they do is tell only the good sides of the bronies (it depends on whether you view the attributes of the fandom mentioned in the film are good) and in doing so boosting their egos but at the same time worsens their own image to non bronies. How? Basically they tell us stuff about how watching this show is daring because they're not the target demographic and they believe this show is the best ever and get this, believe all the previous incarnations are worse than this generation. And once just once cloppers are mentioned and the moment they are mentioned they immediately go onto some thing else. This movie is just something special, it strokes the fandom's ego but at the same time degrades the brony fan base image. Now THAT is Oscar worthy

Right off the bat, I'll let you know that I am NOT a brony. I don't think there's anything wrong with a man watching "My Little Pony." I've seen one episode of "Friendship Is Magic" and the old 80's series. I get the nostalgia. I'm fine with people following it.This documentary, however, was created with the intention of explaining bronies to non-bronies like myself, as though to somehow acquit the fandom of the negative image it has been saddled with, fairly or unfairly. This film utterly fails to meet that objective.One would think, in order to show that bronies are just normal people like you and I, that normal people would be put front and center in this documentary. They are not. The filmmakers seemingly selected some of the most extreme bronies they could find. Basically every person focused on in this documentary is a walking, living, breathing personification of every negative brony stereotype. Without meaning to be cruel or unkind to those who featured in the movie, effeminate, basement-dwelling, autistic, pasty-skinned, doughy manchildren is all this reviewer could see. And that's a shame, because in the group shots at Bronycon there did appear to be some relatively normal-looking people in the crowd. Perhaps in the five minutes wherein the documentary glossed over the military brony luncheon they could've actually found someone to shatter the stereotype, but even in that brief moment, they highlighted the most effete members of the group. For heavens' sake, Tara Strong was standing right there with her boobs practically hanging out and not one eye was on her chest.If the hope was to bring bronies into the norm, perhaps the documentary shouldn't have focused on such outcasts. You have the pilot guy, who spends his days getting his life threatened because he unwisely paints a target on himself by putting pony art on his car. You have the kid who we all gave wedgies to in high school who took his PARENTS to bronycon (oh, the humiliation) and whose father, throughout the movie, looks one step away from sending the kid off to military school for de- programming. You have the agoraphobic, socially-crippled Asperger's guy from England, who, let's just face it, is a blazingly hot mess. You've got people who insist on being called by their internet screen names in real life. The list goes on, and none of them appear to be anything other than social outcasts and maladjusted losers. This is NOT how you show how normal you are.As a non-brony, I approached this documentary hoping it would do something to dispel the overwhelmingly negative stereotype that follows the Brony sub-culture around. I hoped to gain some understanding of it. I watched it along with my wife, who had never even heard of bronies prior to viewing it, and not only did it not represent the fandom well, but it actually caused my wife to think poorly of it.If you're a brony, you probably won't see anything wrong with the film. But be aware, if you recommend it to a non-brony as a way to make your fandom look better, you will be shooting yourself in the hoof, because this will only hurt their opinion. Vote me down if you wish. I have no hate for MLP:FIM fandom, and I think it's great you have your hobbies, but this is the way it looks to people outside the bronyhood.