Very Extremely Dangerous, review - Telegraph Irish filmmaker Paul Duane caught up with him at the age of 70, and found him a raddled figure, fond of brandishing knives and guns, given to ingesting both legal and illegal drugs almost at random. He was reunited with his teenage sweetheart Joyce after a 47-year gap, and was awaiting surgery for lung cancer; predictably, he was still smoking heavily. He's an incorrigible nightmare - petulant, selfish, boastful and profane. He treats Joyce (who understandably refused to let her face be seen on camera) with foul-mouthed disdain. And his completely unpredictable temperament makes him literally dangerous company. Laudably, Duane followed McGill to assemble this documentary with mounting unease, nervous resignation and a nagging fear for his own safety. There's a touch of freak show in all this, but one gets glimpses of how charismatic McGill had been in his younger years. "A cross between Lee Marvin and Mick Jagger," says one former associate. Musician-producer Jim Lancaster says of him: "A charming, good looking fellow. He'd also stab you. Can such a lost soul ever be redeemed? Duane skilfully leaves it to the end to suggest an answer. This is eerily watchable, a companion piece of sorts to Beware of Mr Baker, a film about Ginger Baker, another appallingly behaved musician. That film's opening scene showed Baker striking the director with a cane. Still, next to Jerry McGill, Ginger Baker is a model citizen.