Brian Formo’s review published on Letterboxd:
Within the concert doc sub-genre Homecoming is an instant classic.
I am not even a Beyoncé fan and this floored me. Not just her implementation of black marching bands (and bleachers) for Coachella but also her reclamation of her body after giving birth to twins going from 208 pounds to fitting in a specific dress in 6 months(?!), but also many of her directorial choices, such as using audio interviews to overlay footage instead of showing her speak creating an eerie effect as though she'd passed away during all the hard work. Beyoncé wants her work, and the work of her dances and bands, to speak for itself and so there's a disembodiment whenever she confesses and her confessions are worthwhile asides. This is her Truth or Dare but her truth is more truthful than Madonna's confessional doc; there's a wisdom that's been gained from her ferocity over being cheated on after the birth of their first child, no more is she "if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it" but instead she "ain't sorry" because she's built a goddamn world without the illuminati; she's an all powerful woman who's grown more in touch with her roots, with her anger, and with her joy. You love to see it.
It helps that the Coachella performance and the making of that Homecoming documents is fantastic but it's the combination of the audio confessions, the physical transformation of self, the integration of others, and the call-response statue stance of being "Mrs. Carter" that elevate Homecoming beyond the bleachers, beyond Coachella, and into something spiritual. I loved this. It's not so much inspiring as it is otherworldly.