Crazy Horse by Frederick Wiseman. Was gravely disappointed. Both the director's style and the subject matter share rather too much ... dated, plodding, goes on forever, pretentious, gives itself undeserved airs for 'artistic' merit, seriously sexist.
I'm guessing that Wiseman wasn't allowed anywhere near the dancers themselves - and if that was a condition of making the film he should have refused to do it. Otherwise, in a film which is so obviously about the illusion and artifice of what can make a visual spectacle 'erotic', the failure to give these mannequin-like women any sort of visible personality or agency (or personhood) of their own is inexcusable, if it was one of his own aesthetic choices.
It had its moments of beauty and humour and 'this is how this institution really works from the inside' about it, but overall ... dull, overlong, and a bit creepy. not to sound overly censorious about it .. but it's PROBLEMATIC with a capital P. also: singing to shred your eardrums...