It’s me, Judy.

It’s also me, the foremost — sole? — chronicler of artistic slipstreams.

Refresh your memory on the concept here. The latest example:

Judy Blume Forever opened at the IFC Center on Friday, a documentary about — well, you get one guess (spoiler: the answer is titular).

As much as the release schedule tends to breed coincidental kinship, it sure feels slipstreamy to unveil this doc exactly one week before the big-screen adaptation of Judy Blume’s Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret hits theaters.

Millions of people will see the latter (…hopefully?), and if a mere fraction want to learn more about the original book and its author after watching, then the hot-off-the-presses Judy Blume Forever is sitting right there for them.

And in an age when an endless cavalcade of documentaries are jostling to pull eyeballs, every little bit helps each’s cause…