Writer: Martin Daniel In Theaters Ours is a strange culture that has the uncanny ability to lionize individuals for a moment or two, then dispose of them with such sudden effectiveness they all but disappear from the national memory. That certainly seems to have been the case with Tiny Tim, the stringy-haired, fluttery-voiced, ukulele-playing singer who was arguably the biggest name in show business for a solid year or so beginning in 1968. Documentarian Johan von Sydow’s nostalgic, funny, tuneful, and ultimately tragic biography of Tim — real name Herbert Khaury — is as much a portrait of Americans’ fickle fancies as it is an account of the performer’s lifetime of undulating fortunes. Certainly, the naive, waif-like singer who stubbornly resisted hewing to musical norms of the time comes off a lot better here than the rest of us do.