Poor Terry Gilliam. I don’t know what he’d do if he were ever involved in a film project wasn’t mired in either crisis or catastrophe. Fulton and Pepe’s examination of his aborted dream project—a cinematic adaptation of Don Quixote (perhaps fatalistically titled The Man Who Killed Don Quixote)—plays like a standard making-of documentary gone terribly, horribly awry. Especially if you’re an admirer of Gilliam’s offbeat, often brilliant visions, the film leaves you with a terrible, nagging sense of what could have been, especially when you see the few moments of footage they actually captured before closing down the production. (Netflix Streaming)