From the minute you see Billy McFarland, you kind of despise the guy. Smug, supremely self confident, the biggest talker—he’s the eye of a hurricane in a new documentary, Fyre: The Greatest Party That Never Happened.
I’m pretty sure that the creators of this Netflix film, starring this deliciously delusional entrepreneur, were operating from a place of complete schadenfreude. It’s almost unfair, the ridiculousness of it all—a guy who decides to throw a music festival on an island in the Bahamas featuring the hottest supermodels, jet skis and Cristal for all, promising villas and luxury tents and six million dollars worth of catering.
What could possibly go wrong?
There are actually two recent documentaries about the doomed Fyre Festival. I don’t Hulu, so this one is plenty filling—if what you’re craving is a giant buffet of terrible planning and worse execution—just about every minute of it documented on social media for the world to enjoy with all the coldbloodedness in the world.
Frankly, it reminds me of the MDK Knitting Getaway in—absolutely no way at all. If only Billy McFarland had had Claire Reishman in the mix, things would have gone so, so differently.