I am angry," Conan O'Brien admits in Rodman Flender's tour doc. "I'm trying not to be... but sometimes I'm so mad I can't even breathe." Prohibited from appearing on television for six months after his early 2010 break with NBC, Conan hit the road, capitalizing on his newfound social network currency to attract an audience to intentionally vaudeville-reminiscent live shows blending self-deprecating stand-up with self-indulgent musical performances aided by his celebrity friends. Sometimes painted in the press as the excessively petulant jilted wife in the NBC divorce, here the comedy-writer-turned-late-night-host comes off as less an entitled whiner than a perfectionist: NBC's crime was not taking away his toy (The Tonight Show), but taking away his control. (O'Brien's midlife crisis has been examined from every angle, though the psychological impact of his evolution from behind-the-scenes nerd to camera-ready personality seems like it could use further analysis.) As fly-on-the-wall as it gets — meaning the camerawork is often sloppy — Flender's film presents O'Brien in full-on tortured-star mode, alternately overexerting himself and complaining he's being overworked, courting attention and sulking alone. The portrayal is at times startlingly negative, to the point where you wonder if O'Brien is consciously playing up the diva act for the camera. "Anyone who knows me who watches [the live show] says, 'Now that's just raw you,'" O'Brien says. As protective of his persona as he has proven to be, any time he goes out of his way to insist he's "keeping it real" scans as suspicious.
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