Chris Wilcha’s new documentary, “Flipside,” is easy to summarize, but it defies summary nonetheless, because it advances by a lurching, associative method that leaves fault lines on the surface of its unity. Feeling stuck in a rut, Wilcha, a successful director of TV commercials, starts shooting a documentary about a record store in suburban New Jersey, Flipside Records, where he worked as a teen-ager, in the nineteen-eighties. From this slender premise, he develops a breezy but prodigious memory piece, encompassing his family background, his artistic obsessions, and his adventures in the movie business.
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