From “The Fog of War” to “Tabloid“, to “Mr. Death,” and “American Dharma,” there are a few good reasons why many hail Errol Morris as the master of the one-on-one interview doc. Morris knows that the deepest stories can be found in human transgressions, these transgressions often being the outward manifestation of people’s darkest secrets and desires. His latest work, “My Psychedelic Love Story” wastes no time in plunging audiences into the blissfully messy, globe-trotting adventure of an ultimately doomed “shooting star romance,” one that occurred at the height of the sexual revolution, but, more so than that, his newest film is also a perturbed look at our government’s possibly calculated manipulation of these drug-crossed lovers relationship, in order to alter the direction of public consciousness regarding certain illicit substances, ones having an impact on a society on the cusp of change (or so we thought pre-2020).