Mark Cousins is pedantic, verbose, earnest, and redundant as ever (did anybody endure more than ten minutes of his atrocious Sardinian travelogue? I didn't think so). Cousins' rhetorical questions make the viewing experience excruciating. Can somebody please re-edit this without voice over and intertexts?Neneh Cherry is magnificent, but even a fierce Buffalo stance can't save this pedestrian exercise.
A very mixed bag. Some sublime moments and a justifiably strong focus on Stockholm as a city of refuge. At the same time it is highly impressionistic largely providing surface fragments rather than a compelling narrative and spatchcocking in a personal story led to considerable longueurs that felt stretched in order to demonstrate the city as a place of individual sanctuary.