Monteith McCollum’s Hybrid is a profile of Milford Beeghly, the inventor of hybrid seed corn, which after watching this movie, I still don’t know what that is.

Due to music rights issues, We Sold Our Souls for Rock ‘n’ Roll by Penelope Spheeris about Ozzy Osbourne and Ozzfest will probably be never screened again.

The Chicago Underground Film Festival screened this unique collection of experimental films by Kerry Laitala, Deco Dawson and James Fotopoulos’ Consumed 1-5.

If Only I is Donigan Cumming’s controversial documentary at the Chicago Underground Film Festival about a woman who was abused by her father and husband.

Cynthia Plaster Caster, the ultimate groupie who molds rock stars’ privates in plaster, is a delight to watch on-screen in the documentary named after her.

Coil by first-time filmmaker Jesse Heffring has an interesting conceit: It’s shot as though everything was filmed via security, TV and home video cameras.

Wormwood is Larry Foster’s scathing attack on the Hollywood “machine” and is a cross between Citizen Kane, The Wizard of Oz and John Waters’ Desperate Living.

What About Me is a fascinating profile of the members of the noise group the Nihilist Spasm Band, but if you don’t enjoy the music, that can get tedious.

The Biograph Theater, which is hosting the 2001 Chicago Underground Film Festival, is either going to be demolished or turned into a commercial theater.

I had never heard of Coffin Joe before, but Andre Barcinski and Ivan Finotti’s documentary about Jose Mojica Marins is very illuminating and entertaining.