Most critics like Bill Morrison’s documentary, and the praise lands in the same place nearly every time: the rescued nitrate footage, and the long, ghostly montages Morrison cuts it into. Several call the film a time capsule or a time machine, and the reviews return again and again to the idea that history is whatever happens to survive. The editing is singled out as often as the footage, and a number of critics are moved, calling the film mournful, elegiac and poignant.
The reservations are about length and focus. Several find two hours too many; Variety says the final half-hour goes on too long, and The Hollywood Reporter faults a wandering focus. Alex Somers’s score divides them: Variety finds it haunting, while The New Yorker and IndieWire call it distracting and dirge-like. IndieWire is the coolest voice, admiring the preservation work but finding the storytelling dry and cold. Nobody is negative, and the spread runs from warm to admiring.
