I thought it was good. Theroux is treading a tricky line between two schools of thought about the wisdom or otherwise of making documentaries which arguably give another 'platform' to people who might better be left to fester in their own basements. But despite 'new' context of social media driven right-wing movements, there has never been a time when documentarists didn't have to wrestle with questions of complicity, voice and framing, and he does so thinkingly and with the usual appealing combination of courage and vulnerability. It's also funny. He asks a bloke whose handle is Baked Alaska 'Can I call you Baked?' and quietly riles a thin-skinned incel called Beardly Beardson (or it might be Beardson Beardly), who is wearing a Louis Theroux t-shirt whilst completely losing his shit with Louis. The part where he breaks from the company of misogynists to visit one of the female activists (on their own side) they so despise is very moving, I think - she plays a video in which Beardson hurls a tirade of graphic rape threats at her. It's very much reminiscent of that point in his film with the self-aggrandising campus rapist where he allows the moment, and once again the perpetrator's own words, to shift the whole balance of credibility. I understand the various criticisms of Theroux from the Left, but I still think he's a better documentary-maker than those arguments give him credit for. I remain a fan.