I saw this last night. I was tired but I wanted to watch something, so I selected the shortest film from my instant Netflix queue. Of Time and the City at one hour and fifteen minutes was the winner – though as a meandering essay film, possibly not the best one to watch while sleepy.

From what I remember, I thought the film was kind of overrated. Lumpy and awkward. The barrage of found footage and voice-over and music (as if on iTunes shuffle) seemed to need an editor, to ease out the edges, create a cohesiveness between songs.

It is an interesting subject and I am often drawn to the personal/first person doc, yet as is, I think that I would appreciate this more as a book – for the coffee table – large, hard cover, with rich textured photographs and the same essay (written, not spoken).

So maybe it’s just not for me? Or perhaps it isn’t to be viewed in pajamas at 11:00pm – best to watch in a theater? I stil think it’s kind of a flawed exercise.