Even as someone who loves to embrace acts the masses live to criticize (Creed and Kid Rock to name a few — judge me), I myself can’t help but find Kenny G’s songs overwhelmingly thin and interchangeable. It’s quintessential “Kohl’s music” to me; music you hear when you’re shopping for new bedsheets, or God forbid socks. A big credit is due to accomplished documentarian Penny Lane (Hail Satan?, Our Nixon) for leaning into idiosyncratic territory and making Listening to Kenny G about Kenny’s ability to inspire adulation and contempt.