Floppy dick ending.

The series was generally well filmed and edited. There were surprisingly few interviewees for having some 200,000 attendees, but so be it. They spent all the budget on music rights, probably.
While the narrative follows the downward spiral of the festival pretty accurately, suddenly at the end the director / producers / buzzkill dumbass filmmakers decide to end it with a 20-minute lecture on the #metoo movement and about the plight of the poor downtrodden vagina.
Until then, the film was about the festival, and it should have ended on the festival. Except it didn't. it had to run with the feminist slant. It's so awkward that it looked tacked on and shoehorned in.

Three people DIED at that festival, but the filmmakers spent the last half of the last episode angry that someone's tit was grabbed in a mosh pit.

So, just switch off the last half of the third episode, and you'll get through it with only mild woke damage.