benjamin wil’s review published on Letterboxd:
Lacks self-consciousness; justifiably nostalgic. Mekas offers casual, extensive familial and historical context—more than necessary, but with the softest touch.
We are brought along into Mekas' extensive travels: from New York City in the 1950s, to the Lithuanian countryside of the 1970s, to the Lithuanian countryside of the 1940s, and then somewhere in Vienna in the 1970s. But at no point are we tourists.