JR’s review published on Letterboxd:
One of those movies that’s so thrillingly visceral it’d be irresistible whatever its subject. Obvious propaganda is obvious, but Kalatozov’s tender, poetic humanism and sheer visual audacity makes the potentially didactic vibrate with emotion. There is not a single moment in the film that lacks the conviction of a true believer, and its careening, convulsive camerawork is always urgently alive. You may not be converted to its cause (considering you’re over fifty years from its cultural moment), but damn if you wouldn’t want to get in on that passion.