The film upholds the primary function of cinema, i.e. the act of looking, and the joy engendered by it. An early century meditation on the rise of an industrial epoch-expressionist images- inter titled with verses of Whitman. This could very well be the prologue for Metropolis.
One feels the optimism of the Industrial Revolution, the passion of westward expansion, and the awe of American immigrant spirit. The doe-eyed, arguable naivety, the kind that built Rockefeller Center and Empire State, is refreshing - before the reality of the 20th Century came crashing down, the optimism that built it really is infectious, here on full display.