By: Addison Wylie When I watch a documentary like Harold Crooks’ The Price We Pay, I think about that sparsely attended audience who would enjoy a doc this dense. I wonder how those movie goers find windows of fascination in a film that constantly slugs hefty loads of information towards them.  How do they withstand this documentary that is so persistent to be dramatic through its B-roll, yet reels back when delivering essential facts?  I don’t…