Netscape Negro’s review published on Letterboxd:
A movie about the alchemical processes of movies. Seeing. Sound. The movement of time. The belief that all of these are, within their time they occupy, true and relative. The truth of the things you see, the things you hear, and the time they occupy are toyed with, transmuted and removed. A documentary of truth without truth, and the meaning of truth are stabbed at seemingly for the fun of it. It’s dazzling, I’m fried, and the scene of him taking a step back to wax poetic on the Notre Dame is haunting.