In Mike Myers' directorial debut, he wisely keeps his onscreen presence to a minimum. The subject is Shep Gordon, who started out as a weed peddler in the 1960s for the likes of Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin before stumbling into into managing Alice Cooper (his continued friendship with Cooper providing a throughline) and eventually becoming an in-demand manager, as well as a film producer and proponent of celebrity chefs — all of which allowed Gordon to purchase a house in Maui that the camera loves almost as much as he does. The message is that Gordon is a swell guy who's always generous and hospitable to his many celebrity friends, be they Michael Douglas or Tom Arnold. By definition, most documentaries are about people and places the average viewer will never encounter in real life, but not since Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's has a doc had such a sense of teasing the rabble about a lifestyle forever out of reach — though it also lacks the humanity of Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me. But Supermensch: The Legend of Shep Gordon is very entertaining as hagiographies go, even if Gordon's oft-mentioned obsession with the smell of babies is a tad creepy.