The trip Peter Michael Dowd has chronicled in ‘Mr. Jimmy’ has keen things to say about the perils of the creative life, the imperishability of art, and the rewards that come with persistence.
When notice of the new documentary by Peter Michael Dowd appeared in my email box, I clicked on the link, scanned its contents, and summarily deleted the message about “Mr. Jimmy.” As someone suspicious of nostalgia and the squishy comforts it proffers, the last thing I wanted on my docket was a film about a middle-aged man who has spent the greater part of his life trying to recapture the heady buzz of adolescence…
