From the opening moments of Iconoclast, I knew that I was in for one hell of a ride. This documentary is neither for the easily offended nor the feeble minded. It is a rather colourful, at times psychedelic look at the work, exploits, and infulences of Boyd Rice, straight from the man himself. There’s never a dull moment, which is just as well, as it clocks in at four hours. So grab the bottle of Jack, grab a big bag of chips, and light the Tiki torches.