Documentaries, as interesting as some of them are, can occasionally feel like a dime a dozen, especially these days. Every possible niche interest, obscure event, or forgotten individual has a chance at either ending up the subject of a filmmaker's passion project, or just the next in a long line of relatively interchangeable Netflix films. There's a lot of nonfiction content out there, and it can be hard to decide what you should spend your time watching. I suggest we go back a few decades and experience a documentary from 1997 that stands out not for its incredible filmmaking, but for the subject matter and, importantly, how it's treated.