David Foster: Off the Record

The greatest 01 hour: and 37 minutes of real musical footage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Self-serving garbage. I would have respected Foster much more if I just saw his resume and never watched the documentary. Bleachhh.

Classic producer documentary...at the end of it, you might think he's Jesus, but alas, he just signs ACTUAL artists. Total snore fest. If you want to sleep, watch the Golf Channel.

I enjoyed this documentary of a man who produced and or co-wrote so many great songs, with so many great artists. He's a flawed individual with an immense ego, but I appreciated that he acknowledged and owned up to these flaws in the documentary. He truly is one of the greatest producers of all-time.

He's got an ego, that's for sure. But I do own a lot of his records.

Five stars for the documentary but 2 stars for his arrogance and utter douchebaggery.

This documentary biography of musician and producer David Foster could have been a lot of things, except that Foster insisted on having his say about things all the way along the line. The result is a rollicking series of "hey I didn't know he was part of that" incidents that work rather nicely together as we follow the man who has spent 50 years in the music business, has 16 Grammy statuettes staring back at him over his grand piano and has help make music and entertainment stars out of people like Michael Buble, Celine Dion, Josh Groban. Did some work with Whitney Houston, was part of the music producers on a little film called The Bodyguard. You might have heard of it? In our current age of "mired down", the Foster film is a chance to connect with the universality of pop music (who would have figured that a Dolly Parton ballad would me a perfect fit for Whitney Houston). Its kinda like this, the music business can be a lot like making sausage, which maybe isn't a bad thing if it's really good sausage. Seems the guy is now taking a run at Broadway. Broadway should watch out.

Barely ok. I can watch any well-made documentary on any music genre, era, band, artist, producer, studio, backup musicians, writers, etc. But this flick....from the opening scene...what a boring, gasbagging, unlikable, self-absorbed, clueless putz. Prior to this film, I'd never heard of David Foster. Turns out I cannot stand his music, don't respect his superficial musical taste---all cheesy synthesizers, bombastic drum machines, histrionic effects. His "acts" are Michael Buble, Andreas Botecelli, Josh Groban, Celine Dion, late-era Chicago, Barbra Streisand---not my thing. Gets into his personal life and shows repeatedly how incredibly awful person he is. Given his admitted inability to empathize with or feel real love for any of his 5 ex wives or 5 daughters and 10 stepchildren maybe he's on the autism spectrum. His personality is emotionally blank and robotic----which explains his emotionally blank and robotic music. His endlessly blathering vapid but beautiful daughters and lack of substance make this film feel 45 minutes too long. Started out giving this 3.5 stars but its hagiography and puffed-up length became unbearable. 2.5 stars.

Worst ever. His ego needs checking. And when do you make your own documentary. Sicko