The reviews lean strongly in the film’s favour. Most critics describe Davies’s return as a poetic, deeply personal essay on Liverpool, and the praise clusters in the same place: the archive footage, chosen with evident care, and the way it is set against music and Davies’s own narration. Several reviews call the juxtapositions rapturous or intoxicating, and most find the voice-over witty as well as mournful. Even the dissenters concede the film is beautifully assembled.
Where they part is on Davies himself. His anger at what became of the city strikes some as a strength and others as grating; the Los Angeles Times finds it occasionally overwrought, and Eye for Film, the one outright negative review, dislikes the sour, cynical tone enough to turn against the film. Variety finds it charming but not especially profound about Liverpool itself, and The AV Club thinks the sterile digital photography breaks the spell. The spread is narrow, with one clear outlier.
