This is the kind of documentary that makes me really dislike the entire medium. I tell you, I hate to say that, because when I was watching it, it seemed like an amazing movie. I love the picture of the competitive video gaming subculture, and it tells a compelling story about a lovable, meek fellow battling against a debonair villain and an evil empire. This was the only documentary ever to bring a tear to my eye (well, okay, let's not count ones about the holocaust and other such horrors). The problem is, I found out the day after, the underdog story was completely fabricated. Seth Gordon manipulates facts and events ridiculously. I suspected that there might be some manipulation while watching it, but Gordon is really inventing a fictional story involving real people. Which must suck for some of the people, especially video game champion Billy Mitchell, whom the film makes look like an utter jerk. Some of his meanness might have been real, for all I know, but with all the stuff I now know Gordon did to make him look worse, you can't trust the movie whatsoever. The real story isn't bad, and if Gordon had stuck to the facts and not tried to create a gamer version of Pumping Iron (which at least never made any pretenses about not being phony), it wouldn't have irked me so much. The depiction of the subculture and the detail into which the film explores Donkey Kong still make it worthwhile.