Bram Ruiter’s review published on Letterboxd :
Mekas speeds through his footage, slows down every now and then (to show us the moment? To maintain a rhythm?), to then scrub through it again at a faster pace. Perpetually searching, but not for anything in particular. An endless amount of footage that stops and goes and changes subject whenever it wants, exhuming an atmosphere or vibe rather than telling a coherent story. I think Mekas understood that the home video is the closest cinema can get to visualising a stream of memories. And I am very grateful he did.