Gaga: Five Foot Two reminds me a lot of another music documentary featuring a power girl (or I guess, more specifically, a riot grrrl): The Punk Singer, the 2013 film about feminist rocker Kathleen Hanna.

Both films take an interesting angle. Instead of liberally leveraging concert footage or interviewing family and friends, the film's focus on their leading lady's illness: Hanna's Lyme disease and, in the case of Gaga: Five Foot Two, we get a glimpse at the crippling effects of fibromyalgia, another lesser-known condition that causes chronic pain.

It's smart, perhaps, that as Gaga goes about her day (filmed largely in 2016, Gaga is preparing for the release of her latest album, ‘Joanne’; rehearsing for her Super Bowl performance; and making various film and television appearances) director Chris Moukarbel also intermittently weaves in Gaga’s views on feminism in the music industry. After Kesha’s very public legal battle with producer Dr. Luke, fans won't be altogether unfamiliar with Gaga's struggle to position herself in an industry that often looks to shape — if not own — women.

Gaga’s struggle with fibromyalgia further complicates the narrative as she at once wants to make her mark as a shrewd businesswoman and strong female vocalist (‘Joanne’ sees her stripping back, both the electro pop that made her famous and in her personal aesthetic), while her medical condition leeches on her physical strength.

Clearly the film has the framework of a strong narrative on running up against cultural expectations, but unfortunately, in execution, it doesn't always live up to its ambitions. Five Foot Two is bookended with footage of Gaga's Super Bowl performance: the ultimate symbol of making it as a pop star. But since the film's entire arc takes place during the production and release of ‘Joanne,’ the payoff isn't as profound as it would be if the filmmakers gave us some pre-fame Stefani.

Indeed, part of the reason Amy (the 2015 documentary on the late Amy Winehouse) was so successful is because we got the whole arc, from hopeful jazz amateur to tabloid tragedy. The lack of any sort of macro lens gives Five Foot Two a superficial feel, despite its interesting departure angles (the aforementioned feminist and disability angles). And when we go full blast into the ‘Joanne’ publicity tour halfway through the movie, these interesting threads are abandoned in favor of surface-level antics (Gaga reshelves ‘Joanne’ at a local Walmart in a more prominent location). Instead of paying off the questions in the film's opening, the second half feels like ‘Joanne’ promo material, the kind you would get if you popped your Backstreet Boys CD in the good ol' D-drive back in 1999.

Still, Five Foot Two is definitely worth a watch for any Gaga fan — she has star power even when she's lounging around her house in sweat pants and a bodysuit. But the definitive Lady Gaga doc has yet to be made. It just leaves you wanting more: more time in the studio seeing her process, more time on stage, and definitely more than just a few 10-second sound bites on life and the industry. The diva may be 5'2" in real life, but she has a 7' presence. Maybe the next attempt to capture her life will be appropriately larger than life.