W hen the credits began to roll at the screening I attended of You Can See Everything, Nathan Fielder and Lance Oppenheim’s buzzy new documentary, it was like waking up from a dream. I walked away from those three hours — which felt like quite a bit less, despite the long sequences free of dialogue — with my opinion of Elizabeth Holmes unchanged: namely, that she is guilty of everything for which she is currently serving a prison sentence and a great deal more besides, the least of which is her consistently unnerving affect. That said, for those three hours, it was a great deal of fun imagining, along with Fielder and Oppenheim, that there might be something else, something more to her.

Holmes and her partner, Billy Evans, present the project as an act of “radical transparency,” though anyone familiar with her case is likely to immediately read this as reputation laundering. It turns out, though, that she’s in safe hands with Fielder and Oppenheim. Their interrogation of the facts of her case is minimal.

Anyone wishing for a “gotcha” moment in which Holmes is forced to confront the enormity of her deceptions will leave You Can See Everything disappointed. Not only does she double down on the capabilities of Theranos’s technology, but she goes even further, claiming that she has never lied — not just about Theranos but in her entire life. The best Fielder can get from her is that it is possible that she might in the past have told a white lie on the order of untruthfully claiming to be feeling unwell to get out of attending an acquaintance’s party. But she “can’t remember” a single instance.