Most critics are warmly disposed to Ron Howard’s documentary, and the praise lands on the archive. The restored concert footage is the recurring pleasure, with several reviews also singling out fan-shot film and underused newsreel for freshening a story already well known. Reviewers like the picture of the band as young, irreverent and close, and a few pick out the account of their refusal to play to segregated audiences as the film’s best passage.
The reservations cluster around familiarity. Many say the story is told more fully elsewhere and that longtime fans will find few revelations. The Guardian faults its neglect of the band’s wives and home lives; Variety thinks it steers around conflict and tragedy; Paste finds the ending rushes through pivotal years; the Los Angeles Times is cool on the self-satisfied interviews. The spread is narrow, most reviews sitting in the good-not-great range, with Empire the lone dissenter, calling it a second-tier account without a proper narrative or natural end.
