Simply put, Ray Johnson was neither good nor original. All that he did in his 'art' was done before and better by others. That the same can be said of his documentarian's film may be a small synchronicity, but that's all it is. What it is not is art.
One of the pleasures in Walter's documentary ... is the parade of veteran painters, confounded dealers, and miscellaneous bohos who expound upon the subject's mysterious personality without ever explaining him.