I attended the Hilo screening of this film last weekend and it was certainly enjoyable in the better-than-nothing sense since the topic is so near and dear to me as a daily consumer of this incredible delicious fruit, but don't get your hopes up. While it's not a facepalm disaster like that Fruit Hunters film, it's an awkwardly conceived, dilletantish effort that wastes its curiously short runtime on a lot of fluffy and tangential content and barely scratches the surface of breadfruit in its immensity. Its only redeeming quality is a nice (but tiny) snapshot of breadfruit from a Hawaiian cultural perspective, with a handful of awesome people like Jerry Konanui given a chance to express themselves in a beautiful way. The same filmmaker also screened his great documentary about a family in an epic valley on Molokai struggling to preserve their beautiful land and tradition in the wake of modernization/colonialization/etc. I think everyone in the audience got filled up with great vibes and warm emotions from both films.