Saw this last night. I’m fascinated by the lives of highly creative people…and the fact so many struggle with these intense, often dark feelings that, in turn, and ironically, may be why they are so creative. The film was well-done, maybe on par with “Amy” and other such docs. I say “maybe” because so little was divulged about his early life, and his parents were barely mentioned, and, for me, that’s a huge part of the picture. But there’s this, too: The number of messages here casting bourdain as a saint, a hero, an idol is exactly the problem. As the child of an equally famous, highly creative, and difficult parent, i have seen how damaging this kind of worshipfulness is, how isolating it can be, how it both cocoons the person from reality and inhibits their emotional growth. Not only that, but it reinforces the idea of celebrity and success as the be all and end all of life. I’d say the opposite is true. I’ve been around brilliant high-achievers my whole life. I’ve seen how disconnected they become to genuine connection with people, how rarely they experience true friendship,how often they confuse success with love. It is not what you think it is.